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I was flying for so long that I forgot how to walk, and forgot how to crawl.
I flew on a dream, in the clouds, and all was love. Reality is a harsh mistress.
So, bear with me the while. I'm past my crying helplessly stage, and I've crawled to the bed that is my refuge and I can even stand without support. I'm getting there, I promise.
But please, when I am able to walk again, don't think less of this dreamer for looking up.
I flew on a dream, in the clouds, and all was love. Reality is a harsh mistress.
So, bear with me the while. I'm past my crying helplessly stage, and I've crawled to the bed that is my refuge and I can even stand without support. I'm getting there, I promise.
But please, when I am able to walk again, don't think less of this dreamer for looking up.