flying or falling

Picture me, or you for that matter, suspended in mid-air. Suspended for a mere split second where the aperture chose to forever immortalize me. There I am. Or there you are. Are you flying or falling?

As you finger the edge of your half-filled or almost emptied glass, thinking on this, I’m stuck in mid-air wondering too. In this moment, I have no answers and will settle for being occupied with the curiosity of the albino geckos that have begun to gather outside my door awaiting their dinner of insects drawn to artificial light.

Published by kenn

author. developer. illustrator. Renaissance man.

One thought on “flying or falling”

  1. Sam I Am says:

    He’s cute! More of his cousins, brothers and sisters down here. lol

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