I can’t fly but there are days that I forget this and still try.
Running towards an edge of something and leaning until I almost lose my footing.
Sometimes, I’m not so literal in my practice.
I’ll spend unnatural hours in my craft, losing grip of time and reality, virtually flying in the dreamscapes of daily day dreaming.
I will want to fly always.
I’m afraid, my feet can never firmly stick to anything.
Some days, I look down from up here, and I’m terrified.
Other days, I want to soar higher and stay.
Imagination and beauty unfold, my mind is no longer just my own.
It’s incredible and breathtaking, flying while creating.
Dawning Creations 
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