There is supposed to be a tomorrow
just like there is always a yesterday. Simplicity scares the crows the supposedly guilty ones. The terrors of the crop, hence the purpose of scarecrows. Where are they now? That’s what I want to know.
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“I sure hope this works,” yells my instructor through the sound of the plane’s roaring engine. The cracking of jokes continues as he meticulously tightens strap after strap to his gear until I feel like I can’t possibly move.
The word, what, seems to be a recurring theme in my head all I keep thinking is: what am I doing, what was I thinking, what do I do, what, what, what. And I thought the take off from the runway was bad. But, now as I sit on this cold, metal bench feeling the edges press into my butt I realize everything I am about to do is against human nature. No wonder my entire body is tingling with anticipation. I am in fight or flight mode. I am basically on the verge of committing suicide. |
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