***Written for the draw:  belfry*** 

Taking Flight

She stood in the tallest tower looking out the smallest window

Envying the life in the birds nest on the ledge

Dizzy her head spins with thoughts of the past

Her heart aching from loss and longing

Fragments of a broken existence flash before her eyes and she is overcome with sadness

The tower had two windows

One much larger, and much more inviting

Pushing the window open the cool breeze comforts her

Almost stealing her breath and filling her

Looking down the tears roll off her nose into oblivion

Below life goes on

People busily rushing to meet their schedules and deadlines

Not even aware of this lovely girl in agony

Weeping uncontrollably

Completely oblivious to her existence

Until…

Her lifeless body lay before them on the cold pavement below the tower window.

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I remember mine, like it was yesterday.  It was well thought and planned out… I think I even made a list.  I wanted everything to be perfect.  I knew it was going to special, and something I wanted to remember forever.

When the time came, I tried to relax, but it was still so uncomfortable, not like the “second nature” I was so sure it would be to me. I was awkward, I won’t lie.  I was nieve to think that it would be AWESOME the first time. 

It wasn’t until maybe the 5th or 6th when it started getting easier… and I liked it.  I couldn’t get enough of it.  All I could think about is who was next, and where it would be.  I was trying this and that, and hoping to get more of a response from friends.  Eventually my numbers climbed and I would like to say… maybe I am getting good at it.

Not quite the master I so long for… I guess that comes with more practice.  I have been practicing alot solo.  I think about it on the way to the store, driving down the road, talking on the phone, and even when I am in the act - I am planning my next go-round.  I can’t help it… I think I am addicted.

When was the first time YOU blogged?

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