Roller Coasters & Life
There...I can feel it.
Tearing…through my chest fighting to take over, but its too late.
The world has already begun to rush by in a blur.
My perception of time distorts, everything slows into nothingness.
Only the sky and I remain.
Reaching out my fingers kiss the endless seas above.
“This is it”, I say to myself. “there’s nowhere to go but down".
Down into the inevitable, the unkown, the fear.
Down to rise above.
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