Marathon

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! SMACK!

That alarm is going to be my worst enemy for the rest of my life but I know it’s also my best friend. It’s time to start the day again. The daily routine is screaming my name to get ready and I do, once again, not want to even see beyond my station for this morning. My work is exhausting, even though I don’t get paid. I have supplies to go off of before I go off every day so my health is never a problem, it’s just an all day, every day work. I stand up on the white premises and wipe my eyes. Everything is so freezing up here where I am. There is no one around, except for an occasional cargo-filled carrier. I’m dressed in a ton of blankets and I just hate striving to leave the comfort of my blankets. I reach over, grab my breakfast and suit up for the day. It’s going to be a long day like every one of them is, but I know that there is always a brighter side to this job. I stood up, grabbed my bag of belongings and prepared. I jumped off my temporary station and into the sky where I prepared to take my flight for the day. Everyone says that they would want to fly if they could, but it’s not always the greatest thing. Cloud Nine isn’t as great as it seems, either. Resting on a new cloud every night is like being a foster child being tossed from home to home every night and flying all day to realize you still have months to go is more frustrating. I’m soaring over the world, and no one can quite see me up here. Everyone just assumes it’s something other than a flying human. Not many know what I do and most wonder where I’ve gone. Just tell them I disappeared and I’m not coming back any time soon. Life is sweeter without the people of the world aside from those who hold a special place in your heart. High in the sky, no one wonders who you are or judges you because there is no one here. Even though this is a temporary flight for me, my life is pretty solitary for the time being. It’s a break from the cruel, cruel world. But these days will end and the months will too. The seconds will fly behind like smoke out of a fire pit, dissolve, and no longer be visible. At the end of this long flight I’ll be happy. I’ll travel my sorrow away and mine for my happiness if that’s what it takes. You may think that it’s not worth the time, the worry, the strength and energy, but there is always a present under every tree and a light to every blackened hallway. Flying halfway around the world seems bizarre to a simpleton, but to a lifeless, numb being, it’s a coping to a better life. My flight around this world will bring me to my life and my love. I’ll cherish the clouds I jump from night to night like a frog on a lily pad one day when I no longer hug a cloud to myself, but I hold you in my arms. They say there is a light at the end of every path and you are my light, my sunshine and my every day.