Hold On...

...I feel like I've momentarily lost my wings. I don't know where they went. Somehow over the course of the past few weeks I've lost a lot of what I've worked so hard to earn down here. I've realized that I can't fly on my own...I need my friends and the people that I love to lift me up and give me a running start. Even then, I'm not solo...I need them to run along underneath me making sure I don't drop flat on my face like I did yesterday. I want my wings back. I really do.

How's that for metaphorical?




I may pretend like I'm always busy and always happy down here, but I always have time for people back home...always will.