In So Many Words

In So Many Words

I'm simply a 24-year-old girl who thinks too much, overanalyzes life, and, most importantly, writes to get it all out.

kristaa0788:

I’m terrified. So much so, that I’m paralyzed. I don’t know where to go. Which way is up again? Because if we could keep going there, we could fly so high, we’d leave the stars behind. We would zoom by them so quickly, they would all blur into one light, one continuous light so solid, it would appear still.

Can we float there forever? It’s rhetorical, because I know, realistically, that we can’t. But maybe we can make something of the coming ascent, even if we eventually fall flat on our faces. After that, if we could scrape ourselves from the pavement, we could take off again. At that point, up would be the only place to go.

When I gain back the movement in my limbs, maybe we can make all these speculations a reality. Maybe we can take this where we’d hope it would go all those years ago.

Maybe.

I’ve never been good with absolutes.

I’m terrified. So much so, that I’m paralyzed. I don’t know where to go. Which way is up again? Because if we could keep going there, we could fly so high, we’d leave the stars behind. We would zoom by them so quickly, they would all blur into one light, one continuous light so solid, it would appear still.

Can we float there forever? It’s rhetorical, because I know, realistically, that we can’t. But maybe we can make something of the coming ascent, even if we eventually fall flat on our faces. After that, if we could scrape ourselves from the pavement, we could take off again. At that point, up would be the only place to go.

When I gain back the movement in my limbs, maybe we can make all these speculations a reality. Maybe we can take this where we’d hope it would go all those years ago.

Maybe.

I’ve never been good with absolutes.