Between death and life, I feel content.
What are we doing with life if not testing its limits, running up the hill as fast as we can to the top and jumping that last bit higher, fingertips tasting the warmths of heavens and the ether, stretching high above the inevitable fall. Maybe next time will be the time I fly. If we reach for the top enough we could get it; is anything else worth it? Taste it just one more time. They used to tell me I couldn’t go too far alone… But now I’m here bitch!