As I jump from a plane fueled by fantasy with wings that span the universe I fall with a parachute of joy as I see myself falling back to reality. Back to the ground of truth which shows me the moment which I am in. Not the moment to begin but the moment to which will always be. The moment where fantasy and reality agree. The moment where I am free to be. Every second of my thoughts and feelings and actions show me. This is me an endless possibility to exist as time persists.
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