Late Night Verbosity

Away to the window he flew with such exhuberant energy that all in the room were astounded by this natural feat of agility that the moment he exited through that very window the inhabitants of that room felt compelled to follow. Needless to say, without wings or any other manner in which to take flight, the inhabitants of the room have now collected themselves out on the front lawn in a pile many would call enormous. From two floors up, the mangled bodies had fallen into a distinctive pile of dreamers and superficial wannabes. To the man having taken flight, the pile is composed of those who seek to find an easier way to achieve greatness without applying oneself to the task. Flying is but a dreamer’s dream to not be bound by gravity or any other means.

In my world, on my planet, manipulation of gravity is a natural skill and ability. In my dreams, I fight for what I don’t realize I am fighting for.