Ever feel like your falling?
Not too fast, more like Alice down the rabbit hole.
Just slow enough to gaze at life, at existence as you go by.
Fast enough that you can't hold onto anything for fear of dropping and breaking it.
I want to climb out my bedroom window, and walk out into the rain, impervious to the cold. Climb a hill with the thunder at my back, and march towards my destiny.
Or something like that.
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