Tonight I flew on the tones of a violin.
A small voice in my head whispered: Know thy boundaries. I had no time to think more about it, since I started to fall towards the ground. I saw it rushing nearer and somehow I knew, I would land safely. As I hit the little square mattress with a thud, my eyes flickered before I opened them again. The air sizzled with magic, so I could barely see anything around me. When the glittering and sparkling stopped, a clear, orange line grew into view. Confused, I tried to open my covered eyes. It was hard to focus, as some of the glitter fell into my eyes. I thought: «God know what they`re hiding in those weak and sunken minds».
I now saw everything clear. The orange was a long, straight line lying right in front of me.
On the other side was the waste lands; Barren, hard and dead. The insight hit me like an arrow through the heart: Know thy boundaries.
I relaxed again, and let the tape play over again in my head. Not everyone lands safe, and not every bridge stands. I know this know, and let the last stones crumble around me as I saw her face hit the ground for one last time.
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