As I fly threw the air I start to think of what I’ve left behind, not just my family and friends, but my belongings and the rest of my ideas. What will happen to them? Will they ever be discovered? And if so, who by? Will someone test them out? I know I’m not going to be able to, but I did leave them in a good place to be rediscovered.
Now I’m falling. How is it that there are always a few seconds in between the transition from flying to falling, but the second seems to linger as if I’ve just lived another lifetime.
The speed is picking up now. I can feel the cold air against my skin as the gravity pulls me down hard and fast. Now I know how it feels to fly, how free and alive it can be, but I’ll never have anyone to share it with. No one to compare the feelings or the state of mind that I’m in.
I feel that I’ve really lived my life now. I really pursued this idea to the full and made it spring out of the paper and the scrolls and the models to make this a reality. No regrets.
As I crash to the earth again the sounds around me start to fade and I begin to lose myself.
That’s when I stopped believing.
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