failure: a dark little drabble

Feb 09, 2009 00:34

188 words, PG

sometimes i look down and find my arms have turned into wings.

sometimes i look down and find my arms have turned into wings.  bursting with excitement i start to run, hoping to fly. with a few steps my feet leave the ground and i look to the limitless sky, not caring where am i going, only that i can.

i am open, i am free, i am infinite.  i know how to love without bounds and live without regret; i can only push myself higher.  when i stop to take in the view, i soar.

i am glorious. i am more than theory, more than thought--i am ethereal.

my body suddenly jerks, and i can see a chain around my ankle running down to the earth.  each link is a nightmare, a memory of failure and of taunting inevitability.  the chain maxes out and i cannot fly any higher. when i look down i see arms, not wings, and i start to fall.

i fall and become closed off, invulnerable. i embody paradox as i become stationary and fall fast back to the earth.

and so i close my eyes and wait in darkness for the end.
 

nonfiction

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