Falling.I'm one of those people who stares at the sky.We watch the birds above us, we try to see all the stars we can see.But I've never wanted to fly. That may seem odd for me. You'd think a dreamer like me would want to be up there, lording it over with wings at my back and the wind through my hair.Truth is, I want to see that place. But not to fly.My dream is to fall.Flying is too safe, flying supports you, comforts you, ensures you're going to land safe.The feeling I get stood at the edge, seeing the void below me, those people down there, living out their lives like nothing is wrong, I do that too, we all do.The urge builds, I feel it, the adrenaline as I hold out my foot, ready to take that step into the last moments of my life.But with a reluctant sigh I always draw away, watching over my shoulder as I take the slow, safe way down to my life.I was once asked what I wanted to do before I die. I think if there's one thing many have done that I wish to follow it's skydiving
New Year PoemAnd so the midnight hour calls again,time to text well wishes to every friend.The network is clogged, good cheer to the brim.So I thought I send something particularly grim.Your resolutions are made, no intent to be kept.Over your diet in ruins you've wept.The turkeys all gone, the Christmas tree brown.Your tidy household is trashed to the ground.For one more year you smile and waitfor avoided relatives to exit your gate.Facebook's updated, A New Year of hope.You prepare to party with booze down your throat.And then in the morning, whilst down in the gutter.Your dress all torn, nonsense you'll mutter.You think it'll be great, this old year now sucksThe well wishing will bring you a whole lot of luck.But we don't really care that this year will beas good bad and ugly, as always we see.Who really cares if it all goes to pot?when the going gets tough we'll throw in our lot.There'll be ups and the downs, because life is a ridebut keep your chin up, you've friends by yo
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