Jumping off a roof

(Dream about falling down by bucz, deviantart.com)

Think of it as my way of a solid ground where I can't feel my steps as I walk around.

Miles and miles way down I go seems creepy but that’s just a feeling I can’t afford to show, while my wings make it easier to go…I stop and say “Wait, why this fall?”.

Time ain’t gonna turn back now, you’re on your own it says. I raise my middle finger in this ironic falling stage - I’ll be back, another time, another day.

Cheers!

*Algo que escrevi enquanto ouvia "Tomorrow" by James, daí a ideia do texto!