Every now and then we lose our path
and we lose a little bit of ourselves.
Every now and then we regain our path
guided by the little signs we often ignore.
And we find a little bit of ourselves
sprinkled here, and sprinkled there
wondering what was missing,
only to discover the broken pieces.
The broken pieces from our fall.
How will you mend your broken pieces?
“What if I fall?”
“Oh my darling, what if you fly?”
Do you ever ask yourself if you like the person you are? If you are who you’ve always wanted to be? Do you know who you want to be?
To be honest, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I realized who I really wanted to be. I want to be that guy who tells people they can fly. I want to see the magic they have stored up in their hearts for so long. And I want to make them see it, I want to make them use it. Because, truth be told, falling is just another way to fly.
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