This is the closest I’ve ever come to flying.

Except up here, I’m safe.

Thrill without fear is what I’ve been waiting for-what I’ve been searching for, finally Im at peace.

I’m no better than those who don’t see the world from these heights, but up here I am mighty.

I’m no royalty, but I rule over them as it is.

The heavens belong to no one, but they were claimed by me before I could speak.

This is my kingdom.

They expect nothing from me yet I watch over them endlessly.

If only they knew what I have done for them.

If only they knew…

I will never come down.

Not for the world, not even for them.

But what now?

If the sky is the limit and I have reached the sky-where do I go?

I could fall.

Down down down down.

Where would I land?

Down down down down.

Would it ever end?

No, no, no.

No, I’m safe up here.

I can’t hear their voices and they cannot condemn me.

I’ll make friends with the clouds and the winds will whisper their secrets-the birds will sing me to sleep and there songs will tell of the horrors that take place below me while I rest.

The birds have been down before.

But they always come back.

They are drawn to their sky’s like the people are drawn to their chaos.

They will rule with me.

Above me, below me, Beside me.

But yet, when the birds do return to my cave engulfed in clouds.

They go back down again.

They do-they go back down.

And what friends are the clouds and the secrets of winds were never ment to be hear.

This is the closest I have ever come to falling.