I look down only few times, without hearing any reasons, I keep my arms outstretched, in balance, like a bird looking for flight I shake my fingers, I’m looking to stay up (skimming clouds) the sun will not hurt me like before, I brought my fall glasses, but I hope not to use them like I’m supposed to.

I removed all nets, without any protection I force myself to complete the trip, and if I fail (cuz there is no science in this) I’d rather not face the disappointment of consolation, it’s better collapse than wait for favours .

I’d lie if I say I am not afraid, but I hope that you get (there) on time, I would not feel more doubt or fear of falling, if I know that you are waiting under, if I know you are there, just on time to catch me.

found in Morpheme of introspective echoes 2009