When the barrier is there, I see nothing but what’s beyond it. When it falls, I fly as though there was never any other way. I cant stop dreaming about what is impossible, for the fear that if I do I will never experience it again. I let myself become more than myself and accept that reality never was. All that is true and real and pure is impossible, yet happening every minute. When the wall is re-established, it sometimes takes me a while to remember that it’s just a dream and it will be over soon.
This entry was posted on August 30, 2011 by lifeaftersocialmedia. It was filed under The Balance and was tagged with dreams, experience, flight, flying, gattaca, impossible, lifeaftersocialmedia, paralysis, possible, the barrier, the wall, walrus.