You showed up in my dreams again. Is it the illusion of how I wish things would be? Or is it an undisclosed desire to go back to the way things were?
Is it an escape from the present reality? Or remorse over the past?
The swing.
The rush of going higher and higher. The anticipation of the wind on my face. The uncontrolled laughter, similar to a child's bubbling giggles.
The subtle fear; what if the swing suddenly breaks? And then the determined passion for going yet a little higher.
Slowly easing to a stop.
The swinging has to cease. At some point.
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