Falling

Have you ever fell so deep into a dream that you thought it was real or has reality ever felt like a dream?

I’m in that space right now. I’m unable to differentiate between my now and my yesterday.

I’m falling though, falling fast. I’m falling gracefully as if I were a ballerina. There’s no fear because I know that I won’t hit the ground. A pair of hands grabs mine and together we summersault in the air. I swear we are flying, if only for a moment but flying nonetheless.

Do you believe in magic? I do because I am in the tent overflowing with the shiny stuff.

I’m not confused, my reality is my dream and my dream is my reality. Yesterday I was in school; today I am a trapeze artist.

When Mr Buttersworth approached me, I was bewildered. I told him I do not have any talents and he said the most bizarre thing: You don’t need any talent. I provide all to my staff including talent. All I need is the lonely heart.

I was pulled in by his words. For some reason I believed he could make me special and he did and so I went.