scary_dream_happy_ending lostgirl running faster, faster, each second bringing a maddening effort to draw in a breath of air thick with humidity and the acrid scent of fire. the path is a steady upward slope and even the raw awareness of peril and risk does not signal retreat. feet feeling heavier and heavier, it becomes awkward to distinguish a correct placement of one in front of the other. it feels like quicksand. but there is never a remote consideration of turning back. eventual arrival at the final destination brings intense yet somewhat expected disappointment. there at the edge of the cliff, in a small clearing, a remnant of what was. smoke but no fire. there is only emptiness. the world feels dead. stopping for a moment to quietly reflect, a river of tears begins to fall onto the embers; at first silently sizzling, then in time, extinguishing the remaining smolder. standing up, at last able to gulp a deep breath, a firm decision is made. there is no turning back to retrace the path, the decline too much a metaphor of failure. there must be a better way. a slow walk to the edge, and the words “i will find you!” shouted into the vacant abyss. the echo is immediate. i will find you will find you find you you you you with arms raised to salute the setting sun, in a synchronized gesture of goodbye and hello, eyes close, muscled legs tense and jump. to death? no way~not so fast. to FLY! 100602 what's it to you? who go blather from