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Post # 10: The parachute

That day he opened his parachute too early. He was thrown from the plane with the ardor of those who are too off to endure nightmares, off enough to want to escape into the dry sea of \u200b\u200billusion, of wanting to be wind, knowing that those moments would come back after the snow. Bones and snow.

But that day the parachute had opened much too early.

And now wandering in the air. Soft wall of a soft prison.

Wall

anything. Wall covering nothing. And more than anything? What was it?

The nothing is not answered.

parachute And that went on wearily waving in the sea of \u200b\u200billusion dry, weeping sull'incubo poems from which he was fleeing.

At that moment, however, escaped a life hanging by a parachute. And screamed. Crazy screaming, shouting as loud as a train, yelling like the air was fresh and the wrapping.

And behold, here is something, that's the focus.

Behold the fire to burn anything.

from within.

always.