Learning to FLy
- Cash December
- Feb 5
- 1 min read

Learning to fly… Learning to be alone… Learning to be without you… I climb higher… Higher… And higher… Farther away from where I was… Farther away from who I was… God it feels good… A release from the grasp of the earth… The world looking smaller and smaller… My past is becoming harder and harder to recognize… I look up to the sun… No glasses needed… The brightness of the giant star is beautiful… So bright there are no more shadows… I look to my left and my right… The cold air causing ice to form on my wings… There is no turning back… Either I break through the layer of cold air and make it to the warmth of the sun… Or I will crash back to the earth and my past… Learning to fly… Learning to be alone… Learning to be without you…