Falling

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Sometimes I wish
I could just fall through the sky.
Touch the clouds
and hear the wind whisper its wisdom to me.

To fall into nothing-ness.
Nothing to engulf me,
to be nothing.
Nothing problems,
Nothing gossip,
Nothing annoying people,
Nothing work,
worries,
pain,
stress,
boredom,
rush,
purpose,
just nothing.

To be at peace with my Nothing-ness,
to be able to relax and enjoy what I have
with what time I have,
to be free to run through time and space
not caring if I make a fool of myself.

Bliss,
happiness,
carefree me
would be all there would BE.

Sometimes I wish
I could fall though the sky
see clouds and blue
all pass me by.
Just flying by,
flying high,
soaring
at altitudes so high
I touch that blue sky,
the golden rays of the SUN,
the clouds fluffy and white.

Just falling by
as time STOPS.





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