The Event Horizon

I am Icarus.

I am high.

I am joyful and flying and my burning heart is the wind that lifts me up

by the wings on my back.

I fly,

fixated on this big, round, orange ball.

I fly towards it,

though I know I will be burned.

My heart itself is burning,

and my joy itself is perfect,

and I love so much to fly,

that time becomes undone.

Time is just a construct.

This moment is eternal.

I am high and getting higher.

My fate is yet to come.