QUOTE : here it is -- the final page<br />you turn it and walk away<br />you dreamt that you were flying<br />and you realize<br />that somehow, you<br />were<br />breathing under the weight of it all<br />you marvel at the height of the fall<br />don't you remember<br />why you don't have a mother<br /><br />do you know how you got here?<br />memories fade, left behind<br />anxieties forgotten in the back of your mind<br /><br />are your friends lost, too? did you hold them tight<br />or did you let them go?<br /><br />were they<br /><br />buried under the weight of it all<br />such a high place from which to fall<br />didn't you love them?<br />when have you last spoken?