Someone once told me that if I really wanted something all I needed to do was believe. So tell me...if I were to stand on the edge of a rooftop overlooking pedestrians and cars and closed my eyes, will I fly? If I tried with all my might to believe in myself, in my ability to fly, will I achieve this impossibility? Without hesitation or fear, if I took a step off that ledge on to thin air, will I float? Will I soar? Or will my hopes and ambitions be wasted as my body touches the floor? As my head smashes in to the concrete pavement, would any of my beliefs have mattered?
I want to fly. I want to float. I want to feel free. Let me drown in the ocean as I forget to breath. It's the closest thing to being weightless I've ever come across.
You don't have to save me. I'm trying to save myself.
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