I stood at the end of the runway this morning.  The sky was clear blue and the sun was warm and I could have lifted off in flight.  But I turned away.

There’s only so many times you can be thrown down by the slightest gust before you realize it’s no more than chemical slight-of-hand.  There is nothing profound or sacred in my flights of fancy.  Nothing real.

Get your inspiration somewhere else.  I’m stepping out of these wings.  Narnia’s only a fairy story, there is no happy ending, Santa stuffed the easter bunny.

This is the big one, I fear.  I’m not getting out of this one easy.  It was just a trip that sent me down;  but I’ve already fallen farther than I’ve been in a long, long time.

There’s something down here with me, and I don’t think it will accept propitiation.

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  1. /Click…

    Woah! Big word. /me goes off to look up propitiation.
    Hmm… I like it.


    You are down there. Waaay, waaaaay down there. You’re sitting, and you hear something enter.

    You look over and see me. I glide to you with a somber face, kneel down next to you, and bury you in my arms, holding you.

    You say to me “but wait… why are you here? Are you depressed too? I hope you didn’t make yourself feel this bad just to help me.”

    I say, “No. I’m here so much, they just gave me a key to the place. I can come and go as I please. They know me here.” /me looks over her shoulder at the gloom and shivers. “A little too well.”

    I continue, “No, I’m here to be with you, to help you through this. I know this territory like the back of my hand. Let me help you.”

    I reach out my hand. You put yours in mine. We walk off together.


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