Creating Footsteps	A Gift That Can Not Be Said	What's My Cause	Decision
Dreaming A Truth	Lirofaed	Realization

Lirofaed

I’m going 55mph and I am flying.

My head cocked to the side as I stare out the window watching the white lines tear by in a rhythmic pattern. Boom, boom, boom, boom.

I am okay

The notes pushing through the speakers and they penetrate into my skin and I have chills.

A mix of poetry and sounds does the job for setting the mood.

I am content

My arm half cocked out the window. The wind suspends me.

I have let go

The wind pushing up on me keeps me afloat.

I need this.

Without it I believe I would fall and collapse to my knees and not get up.

Let loose my fears.

Everywhere I am I was meant to be.

I am now