Sun coming out. It’s
getting warmer now. Let’s go down and sit beneath the trees. I’ve got a song to
sing. Nobody knows the words.
Snake on the trail. I better
watch my step. Easy to forget we’re in his home without our shoes on. Can we
carry on? He’s nine metres long and I’m not sure if these ones are venomous.
Sun going down. I’m
getting tired now. Here’s a place I found. Out of the way. In the still shade. Watch
me melt away. This is all I need. And it’s all I have. And I won’t be long. But
I’ll take my time.
It only feels like
falling once you start thinking about flying. You only feel like leaving once
you know that you’re arriving. You’re only scared of tomorrow when you’re busy
worrying about yesterday. You only want to hold it once it’s already blown
away. And you only hold your breath when you’re thinking about dying. It only
gets harder when you’re sick of trying. You’re only scared of the dark once you’ve
seen the sun rising. It only feels like falling once you know that you’re
flying.