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Do you know what it’s like to want to fly? I’m sure we’ve all felt like that at some point: wanting to suddenly sprout wings and soar away into the blue, empty sky.

Flight aside, life is hectic. If we move too fast, there’s no telling what we’ll miss. Maybe we’ll miss the white rabbit who always seems to be late, or we’ll miss that sunrise we’ve always been looking for. But if we move too slow, we could miss the train or plane, we could miss that one opportunity we had to make things right.

But what if you. Can’t. Find. The. Right. Words. In time? Do you grasp him/her by the shoulders to stop them from walking away? Please, don’t walk away! Why can’t I find the right words?! Because you’re human. So right. Don’t let them get away before you can conquer the stumbling of the tongue. Or maybe write it down when the words finally come.

Time seems to stop at these times. And it moves too fast at the same time. Slow because you can’t seem to move, fast because they won’t stop. You don’t have to be a poet to apologize the right way. Sometimes a fumbling, weak apology works the best because there’s proof that you’re stumbling, but you’re so very obviously sorry.

The white rabbit can leave without you. Alice doesn’t need a guide, she makes it out in the end. Spread those wings, get those words out, and don’t let rambling stop you. The sky’s waiting.

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