Stacking a thousand ladders over one another and piling dozens of chairs
You still cant touch the moon
You can only dream under it
But the view from up here is closer than before and farther from the ground
The air is colder up here
And you feel more free
And you are legitimately over those who walk
And you realize that the only reason you feel free is because you feel you have the choice.
The choice
To let go of these railings
And the realization that you are in control of your life
That nothing's holding you down there
That nothing's holding you up here
But the will to hold on to life
Or to let
Go
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Stacking a thousand ladders over one another and piling dozens of chairs
You still cant touch the moon
You can only dream under it
But the view from up here is closer than before and farther from the ground
The air is colder up here
And you feel more free
And you are legitimately over those who walk
And you realize that the only reason you feel free is because you feel you have the choice.
The choice
To let go of these railings
And the realization that you are in control of your life
That nothing's holding you down there
That nothing's holding you up here
But the will to hold on to life
Or to let
Go
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