If everything were exactly as I wish it were, there would be a warm breeze blowing through my soul right now. Strong and warm it would lift me up and carry me through the trees, over the rocky earth below and I would ride freely with no thought of what lie below or ahead. But this is a flight for some other afternoon.
A thousand things will fill my day and I will smile as voices breeze by. I will feel the arm of time push back on my chest as I glimpse around the next curve searching for a single thread of hope. Listening for the words that tomorrow will bring. And for the long silences. Of all. We do. Not say.
One carefully measured step away from the next flight out, I stand firm to my ground. Though I am not here and the earth knows it.
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