Zona

The wind from the ocean prevents me from jumping. The view of the dark blue sea and the light blue sky horizon calls me to fly but my feet stay on the ground with earth arms holding on tight. The wind aria playing in my ears makes me believe there really is a heaven. The freeway noise behind me lets me know I will never see it. Everything I touch is real. Everything I feel is hope. Everything I want is out of reach and the sand, far down below the cliff edge, may be my destiny.