I’m terrified because all of the sudden, the ground seems like a foreign
place to me. I don’t remember what it felt like to be down, I just knew it was
a dark place. It has turned into another unknown to be afraid of, like a fear
of what may lurk in the dark or long grass. There is so much space between the
ground and the spot high in the sky with every possibility that I could fall at
any moment.
The point is, I’m not afriad of
flying, I’m not afraid of this happiness, I’m
afraid of falling. I’m afraid of breaking bones and being unable to get
back up. I’m afraid of getting hurt again when I’ve already forgotten and got
rid of the burden of what hurt feels like. I have just been able to see
what color really looks like again, and I’m afraid of the unknown time at which
those colours may turn back to greys.
I am afraid of suddenly realizing where I am but not knowing how I got
here. I am happy but at the same time it terrifies me.