falling was easy
my body floated like a feather
plucked from the wing of an angel
the rush of wind was a beautiful hymn
falling was slow
time moved like honey
it dripped into my mouth and made everything sweeter
falling was scary
I couldn’t see the ground one minute I was in the air
the next I was on the ground
getting back up and having the courage to fall again that’s hard that’s the problem that takes strength
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