January 12, 2012
Sometimes I like to think back to that moment when my feet left the ground

I wasn’t governed by my fears of falling anymore

Too late to back out, only left to enjoy the ride

Eyes shut
I felt my body being pulled into the air higher and higher

The ocean water was not the same teal from the air
But a mixture of blues according to depth
People were the seashells of the beach
Sprinkled here and there in a multitude of colors
The sun reflected onto my parachute

Sending me into an orange world for a few moments

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