a dream of flying
When I was a child. I thought I could fly. I spread my arms and fell through space. The feeling was ecstatic but transient. Pain sharp as glass tore apart the dream. As the tears dryed so died the child within. In time my arms wound healed.

It was once said "I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and when I die I expect to find him laughing." I think there may be laughter in the air. Life is pain. Life is futile but I'll never give up.

On the quantum level all things are possible and I try for the one in a million chance that I might get what I want. For now I have a dream. All I have to do is close my eyes and I'm flying again.