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  This is a short story of me learning to walk again hope you enjoy, or I guess hope someone does if I don't publish it in time ... hi future me. I learned to walk again in the morning before my time was due. It was only me, myself and I back then and back up now too, the rain brushes my hair and my hair flickered as the droplets danced around my cheek falling down. I miss you mah, I miss you pah, even if you threw me away like a rugged dog. I wish I got to see wonderland, would be nice to be a boy still like Peter Pan. Maybe a pirate that would be cool too, the earths smallest puddles would turn into the biggest adventures for me to pursue. The lights were dim, the weather for once was not red but blue, no sky only clouds still though. I took one step, the step meant nothing I wanted to feel its sensation, meaninglessness adds character. I took another moving my leg above the ant beneath me, life was beautiful again. I took a step and a step again, nobody saw me so no fear, but nobody cared so why should I care. One step then another, I held my arms up like I was being held up by another. I looked around no dead body in sight, was the issue plagueing humanity over, forgot what I owned would no longer hold a purpose no longer. I kept walking faster and faster, then a jog and then became a runner. There was no me anymore and life felt like in the books of earth. I ran faster and faster until I started to float then fly above the weather. It wasn't night, it was almost 4 like before, no anger no nothing filled me to the brim anymore. I wasn't human, and I wasn't the sky like I told myself, but let me lie just a bit longer I felt. I don't decerve this I knew, I can fly that's a gift, but the lives I took meant nothing but one less in my kingdom come. I wanted this, something to last, bound by nothing but that nothing was something to me, it helped me. I flew higher than the biggest building known to man, higher and higher my flight began. nobody down there knows of me flying, those lucky few would be seen as lying for seeing a flying man gliding. The thorns of clouds as the rain touches your hand tickles and hurts but never stings. I watch as the clouds go clear as I soar higher and higher, the towns folk don't see me a moment ago is now expired. I see the sun it's yellow and white, look long enough it looks purple and that's alright. Nothing lasts the worst pleasure destroyer, an image is a moment in time of you that no longer can be talked too. As I see the stars, the constilations, I just knew they were there, didn't know which line connected where. My mind was back home, what if he was out there, I was scared because loosing everything made me remember what to appreciate. I heard sounds, see the world as if everything is about me, all eyes on me they say. The sun is looked at day in and night out even as just a reflection of the moon, it never died but never lived too. I learned to not love who I am that day, but to walk, not change but to enjoy. I will love myself when I know I became the best me. Not today, but maybe. Fin.

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