quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2026

Piking out of Skydiving

 Paralyzed to learn that we booked skydiving
I would have to get out of it somehow
My mind struggled to find a way to accept it
A way that I could create a certainty

Fly up with no fear
And jump out like an eager moron
proving my incredible bravery
Manhood intact

Thirst for adventure
yet none of it was true
Heights grip me with terror
Pure vertigo overdose

The one that feels like a fate worse than death
That tickles the palms of my hands
and the soles of my feet
with ruthless disequilibrium

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