Symbolism Reigns

It's been a while since I've had dreams of falling.
Willingly bringing myself to jump and fall ...
into oblivion, into that darkness.
I never truly know what it feels like to hit the bottom
-or what is it- exactly, for that matter.
This time, however, I know I landed and survived the fall-
when I landed, I was on my feet,
my back: a diagonal line, knees bent, eyes facing forward...
ready to leap again -or run- if I had to.

This time, I didn't fall alone.
There was always somebody there, willing to try it out:
to jump, to fall.
I'd always tell them how to let go.
We would run towards the great opening,
in itself adorned by many a hedera -more often than not-
and we would take a leap, right into it.
Structures stood erect as we began to descend.
As I landed...
I noticed nobody else was there.



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