I think I am standing on the precipice looking down.
It’s dark down there.
I step forward preparing for the weight of my body to sink me to the blackness below.
Instead I hear the soft thud of my next step forward.
I’m not at a precipice.
I’ve just begun to walk now.
I’m nowhere near the top.
I am at my first plateau.
I don’t know why it’s so dark, but that’s not important to me.
I could walk this path with my eyes closed – it’s so dark anyways.
If I keep walking, I will reach my first step up.
I will take my next step up, then another.
Then I will run as fast as I can for as long as I can.
To the top. Towards the sun.
Then I will jump and feel the stars shine in my belly.
I will close my eyes in the freedom of falling
And never, ever