Deer in a spot light.
Thats how I feel.
I don't think I've been this honest in a while.
Then again, it takes either a fool or a brave man to attempt to catch the wind.
I've discovered those things are not mutually exclusive.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm ecstatic, I can't stop smiling, I can't stop breaking into song.
But is this how Icarus felt?
Imagery.
A young boy throwing stones into a river.
A nervous soldier hefts a thin rapier, and waits for the mob.
A kite flutters in a breeze, a gale, a storm.
Yet I would have it no other way.
Perhaps better this, then to be that king in his castle.
For in this moment, I learn to soar.
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