foolazuli (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} foolazuli) wrote,@ 2009-01-02 14:23:00 |
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The last entry in my journal dated 01-12-07
"Waiting for my Wings to Grow"
I couldn't wait any longer, I got ansy. So I jumped, wingless.
I felt the rush of air beating my skin and I knew the fear of helpless inevitability.
The ground rushed toward me, I stopped breathing and each beat of my heart echoed off the walls of my hollowing self.
It wasn't right, so I flapped. I flailed and kicked, beating the air with such persistence that it stopped fighting back as hard. It began to cower in the face of my vigor.
Word spread and soon the ground began to dread my arrival. It pulled away until my free-fall changed. I was gliding, held on the wind by sheer determination and I was happy.
Too distracted by the harmony around me, I stopped waiting for my wings to grow.
"Waiting for my Wings to Grow"
I couldn't wait any longer, I got ansy. So I jumped, wingless.
I felt the rush of air beating my skin and I knew the fear of helpless inevitability.
The ground rushed toward me, I stopped breathing and each beat of my heart echoed off the walls of my hollowing self.
It wasn't right, so I flapped. I flailed and kicked, beating the air with such persistence that it stopped fighting back as hard. It began to cower in the face of my vigor.
Word spread and soon the ground began to dread my arrival. It pulled away until my free-fall changed. I was gliding, held on the wind by sheer determination and I was happy.
Too distracted by the harmony around me, I stopped waiting for my wings to grow.
