It looks like I must be on top I can tell from this feeling in my stomach about to drop maybe further down than the distance between myself and the pavement 6 stories high I imagine the feeling of hitting the pavement crashing through the concrete lying limp in the basement of a 40 year old building and in this day dream i wonder will i ever find the strength to stand up will my legs be capable of carrying my soul back up the stairs to where my body currently lingers in a room so small... with such a long way to fall or will i need to take the elevator again. my dependency on such machinery is a fault that i will take personally like my dependency on those around me and my tendancy of mistaking my daydreams for a reality, that has not yet come to pass. and without its passing there are possibilities of things that have not struck me so I will try with all my might to tame my mind to recognize this feeling i get when i fear the worst to prepare for the best because my fretting is just a waste of time where joy could be mine.
"and my tendancy of mistaking my daydreams for a reality, that has not yet come to pass." i like it lots
There are so many levels on this one, at least in my mind. I read it twice, I love it. By the way, your title, with the first few lines, drew to mind the roadrunner and the coyote, always falling in his canyons. Intentional?
Might your fret not for joy and find it a joy to fret? Or better yet: Pour the Deluge of your Heart into the Temple of Set. People are always fighting with the Crocodile; if they would just be so gracious as to feed it, they could pass their way to the Riddling Sphinx, and enter unto the Kingdom of Heaven.
