uncle eddie's pool.

i was flying in the air for about 15 seconds, a lifetime for a bug somewhere.
the air whirring past me, swooshing my hair into my face blocking my view of my fate below. i was scared, i was terrified, i was weightless and as i was as wide-eyed as the apostles themselves looking up at tounges of fire above their heads being told it was the holy spirit. no tounges of fires, but i sure as hell felt some spirit, still cutting through the air as blade through cheese. there was no time for a reaction, there was no time for anything except the few words in my head telling me "this is it". it felt like a lifetime, for somebody that was five years old and didnt know how to swim awaiting the possibilties of succeess (swim to safety) or failure (death by drowning).

water cold as glaciers splashed onto my face,
i look up to the mirror at a very sleepy, very lethargic version of myself.
"this is it" whispers in my head, turn off the faucett and walk away.

there is succeess in failure.