I am renewed,
up in the dark stormy grey clouds again.
Listening,
heeding to the thunder and following the lightning strike earnestly up through the skies.
It is almost time,
time to fly free and meet my end,
to be once more, up in the clouds again.
Waiting restlessly,
I excitedly observe as others jump off the clouds,
howling with joy and excitement,
for they would live this day over and over again.
But will it be the same?
At last,
it is finally my turn.
It is time me for me to fly!
To be free of this anticipation.
I jump, spring, leap and bound off the cloud.
The cool wind rushes my face,
blurs my vision as others beside me disappear into the dark, inky, unlit sky.
I am almost there,
hold on
just a little longer
and finally...
SPLASH!
I am all but gone.
Just like that.
I will be back another day,
but not today.
Next time I will be once again on the edge.
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
is all that is left,
until the clouds are fluffy and grey once again.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
