"Stop." I tell myself.
But I just don't realize.
I'm up in the skies.
"Stop."
But I keep going.
I need to get away.
But it's just not working.
"Stop. Stop flying."
But I need to get out
Of this atmosphere.
I have that fear
Of falling, crashing,
But then surprisingly landing on my feet
With no pain or hurt.
Stop, I need to stay alert.
"Stop. Just write. No glances. Just take your chances."
May 26, 2010
