That's all birds do you know?
Controlled falling.
Can you imagine your mother pushing you off the roof telling you that you can fly?
You're not quite sure you can fly just yet.
But she pushes you to take that first leap.
Free fall, panic, then wonderously, flight.
Then you can dive, and flip, even fight mid-air!
That's what I am doing, free falling, waiting for my insticts to take hold.
Something needs to tell me to go on.
Something must give joy to life again.
So here I sit, waiting for instinct to kick in.
Free forming sentences of joy.