Learn to fly

I point out the dense woods under the big sky, and say how i used to scramble in the vegetation nearby my parents' house when i was short and fearless, dirtying my clothes walking through streams in the lost, wild areas; she follows me on that path; the holly, spurting everywhere on a mat of chiseled rotten leaves, scratches our jeans at the height of our calves; here comes a deeply channeled ditch with, for me, coming back from my memories, the so familiar trunk tilted over it, ivy and moss running along like veins and hair; swift, and free again, i rush, tiptoe on that half bridge, surfing it, reliving the thrill of the void, i watch afar from my perch, proud, dominant, sure of my long time exercized abilities, emulating a nimble and smooth feline; she stays on the bank, "you make me feel dizzy, she says", i turn to her and she really looks sick, "but, i reply, you're not on that tree, i am, you are taking my feeling, you are out of yourself, losing yourself, because to say the truth, i'm feeling very fine!", hanging, in mid air.

You should search for your own feelings, and don't copy others', that's how you let yourself used by them, and abuse yourself. If someone expresses a feeling towards you, be sure it's his own only, and probe yourself, know yourself, to be sure about what are your own feelings.

"You hid all your life but at least you lived in yourself, my actions were never really mine as i transposed and let myself controlled by others' feelings, and that is worst!", that's what she said.

It's time for us to get down and act truly for ourselves. All of us.