Breathe:::Free

Flying higher, higher, falling,
down through the clean air I'm whirling,
on the softest grass I'm lolling
until my heart stops beating.

I close my eyes to see the world,
I open my mouth to smell the truth
I spread my wings to feel me falling,
I scream my rush into the silence

Hearing a pulse in my voice,
there's no way to rejoice
like this, and my first choice
is the drug of life, always.


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I found this old photo of my brother a few days ago, and I couldn't let it go.. I love it, I have to admit. Everytime I see it, I feel that rush of adrenaline in my whole body, the feeling you get when your fall is free..
As a true annoying older sister I caught my brother in this ([link]) device in an amusement park.. It was just when we went down the highest "hill" that I managed to capture this: after that I had to quickly put both my hands in use elsewhere, so I wouldn't fly away.. At least that's how it felt. ^^

This is for my brother Kristian, who (luckily) never visits these pages..