In the gym
Three others are with me
I say:
“I will try to touch the rim!”
“Alright!” Shouts one of the kids with me
I stand back 30ish feet from the rim
Readying myself for what was to come
“Just think of it as jumping.”
“Don’t overthink it.”
Says a voice in my head
I start to run
Step
Step
Step
JUMP!
Soaring
Soaring
Soaring
Contact
Falling
Falling
Landing
Running
In exhilaration
A feeling of purest joy.
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
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