wild approach

beauty deep within the chasm of light. falling through the darkness. screaming. when a hand reaches out.... and pulls my chord. forgotten. i prepared for this. i packed my chute. air rushing past -- filling my wings. caught. hard. now floating. no longer screaming. only laughing. quietly deep inside my core. I LAUGH. i float effortlessly to the ground and take hold of the hand that reminded me of what was inside.