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this is not a great feeling.
it's like you're walking on this really firm glass sidewalk for miles, and you're way above the earth. and you keep looking down and thinking you're really something because you're so high up, and the view is great, and the path is clear, and you really think you might make it out alive.
and then you look down and you realize there is no glass below you, just air and space. and you realize the only thing holding you up for all these miles was your own hope that this time something might actually be good, might work, might be different.
but you know that nothing is ever different, and everything is always the same, and that no one makes it out alive, and that at the end, when you're on the brink between falling and landing, you're the only one there.
and it's not like when you were little and curly and cute and you dad was waiting at the bottom of the slide calling you honeybear and smiling. it's just cold wind and you're defenseless because no one ever meant for you to fly. and because you're the only one watching you fall, because you're going so fast no one can even see you anymore.
that's kind of what it's like.
it's like you're walking on this really firm glass sidewalk for miles, and you're way above the earth. and you keep looking down and thinking you're really something because you're so high up, and the view is great, and the path is clear, and you really think you might make it out alive.
and then you look down and you realize there is no glass below you, just air and space. and you realize the only thing holding you up for all these miles was your own hope that this time something might actually be good, might work, might be different.
but you know that nothing is ever different, and everything is always the same, and that no one makes it out alive, and that at the end, when you're on the brink between falling and landing, you're the only one there.
and it's not like when you were little and curly and cute and you dad was waiting at the bottom of the slide calling you honeybear and smiling. it's just cold wind and you're defenseless because no one ever meant for you to fly. and because you're the only one watching you fall, because you're going so fast no one can even see you anymore.
that's kind of what it's like.