…Have you ever know it was time to fly…
Breaking free, stepping into mysterious nothingness
Heart throbbing with trepidation
Icy sweat beading across tender temples
Eyes closed, knowing it was to late to turn back

But I do…how could you not

A longing for what was…and used to be
Memories flooding the depths swimming beneath these eyes
The fiercest winds stinging tears upon an already broken smile
Only rocky grounds rushing up to break the fall….

No remorse,
Zero understanding.,
No second chances.
Leaving only one rational hope….

….Fly…

The good times were great times,
But
The bad times were unspeakable
Woven into the fabric
The nightmares that are stained there.

Staring…
Craning…..
Skyward….
But knowing….this was right…..
By know means knowing for sure…
Never fully knowing what lies beyond the path not taken….

Then you fly.
Or at least try….
I have.