supernormal

(i meant to write other things)
i don't mean to sleep so often. sometimes i tell my friends that sleep is such a waste of time because i can spend the time doing so many other things. after dinner today i told my sister i might turn back to coffee. still, sometimes when you want to run away from the world, it's not surprising that you just go to bed.

if you ask me what flying feels like i can tell you exactly. it takes much courage for the jump, but that doesn't even count as the process yet. the thrill of being in the air, diving, is so exhilarating, you won't be able to speak a word.

when you're ten storeys high the wind is also stronger.

i flew because the cab had taken off with my compilation of songs and Harry Potter book in the backseat, and because there are some things i won't let go of without a fight i decided to chase it. so i jumped off the third floor and tried to fly, but human strength is always so scattered worrying and crying and even being happy that there isn't enough left to hold you up in the sky, so i fell this time, this time as a bungee, along with people. these people were all attempting to fly too. when i met them they were talking about teachers and success in life.

i tried again, and this time i was rising up up up into the air, and it felt so wonderful to be closer to the sky, so wonderful, my mind never ever flickered to think of the fall.

the trick is not to look down.

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"The universe curves, as does the Earth. And as hard as you try and run away from everything you are, you'll find yourself where you left yourself when you come home. Just tired.

Fix yourself before you try and outrun yourself."

(pleasefindthis)