And one stands tall, and defies what is, for what could be. Belief creates reality, and belief sets him free, as he flngs himself out, over the edge. And golden wings spread, burining with fire. He jumps, and flys, he who defied them all, he who dared to be somthing else. Never a more wonderful sight, then that of the freedom of flight.



0-0, kay, don't really know where all that came from. Just sorta came out when I read that. Anyway, very cool pic!;)

One of the best things I have ever found, as a writer, is when someone reads my words and finds new meaning in them. I had not pictured your vision when I wrote it, but it fits beautifully. Thank you.

It's always a plesure to open a new door, even if it was by accident ^-^. and I agree, that is one of the best things.

Most interesting. I have learned over the years that belief is nine tenths having. This is the way of faith. Doubt kills. Be like a child, it is true strength and freedom. but temper your freedom with knowledge of your limitations. However, always believe that when need be, the latter can be overcome absolutely.
-may your wings always bear you

We have something in common then. I've long believed the same thing, that belief is incredibly powerful. People fail most often because they don't believe in themselves. :)

I liked this... but I worry for him....

V.

So do I. I've really enjoyed how people have reacted to this... two of my close friends asked who it was first and foremost. My mate asked whether he lived or died. People on here seem to have already decided that he lives. My best friend just said and 'wow.' Personally, I'm not certain; I didn't plan anything when I wrote it. I'd like to think that his wings *are* real and he does survive. But I worry for him too... because it's entirely possible that he's just forgotten where the line between fantasy and reality lies.