Falling Quickly

Drops seem to drip down windows, marking trails in the dirt forming more connections than is even realized. Its one good thing following a bad thing following a good thing following a bad. Ideas take revolutionary turns in directions that weren't initially behooved to be real by our good explorer friends. Pros and cons to every situation but it's the reality that seems to scare most people - they don't want things to change, and I myself must admit that I agree.

So what if that means patience is needed until the prime opportunity presents itself? What if that means that one must sit this set out but play in a different part of the game? It's not the final yet- and that is more to be said as it's not even in playoff.

It used to be monotonous just flicking the ball into the air, lonely as the setter seemed to reliably seek the second move every time, not able to 'switch things up'. But what if that's not bad anymore?

If things could partially go back to how they were and partially stay here and now, it would make things so much easier for me. Why must I struggle with gaining courage?

The birds that fly do so in such a way that it is easier for the one behind it, but what about the poor fellow in front? What sort of hurdles must he hit, struggling so that the others who come after him do not have to careen over the mishaps?

He takes one for the team, they follow behind.

But what if he messes up and they follow him to their demise instead of learning from his mistake?

Why must I continuously make the same slip knowing very well how silly it was in the first place?

Why must I take a leap off the bridge now?