Last breath.

Like a somersault my soul rejoice. Laughter is tickling my core. I feel a movement growing inside me, a tiny twinkle in my eye. I turn around & see a face, a mirror image of an old friend. The eyes are there, but what happened to the rest? The face has changed, it looks like Grans, in younger days. I have to smile & see the truth. It's me silly ! Look!, well look again. It's true! Bless my soul for not giving up. Still feeling fresh & naive, no walls of anger, no judgment of the illusions. Illusions of flying high & diving deep, turning in pirouettes, falling in love & out again. Life is a magic carousel, round it turns in one way. Full circle & I am there, at the end of the journey. Please slow down! I scream to the Carousel man, who drives it. He has no ears, no eyes, no fears. He speed up the motions. Please, please! I beg. My time is gone, if you continue with this madness. Suddenly, there is a break, all falls into a quietness. And there I am, at the end. No return, no canceling. SusyQ.