I’d like to make an inspirational song about, slow and uplifting melody “Runways” centered around this idea:
There is a quiet grief in having to choose survival before becoming.
In packing away parts of yourself, not because you stopped believing in them, but because life asked for something more urgent.
I think about runways often.
About what might be possible if more people had one.
Sometimes I think what people call potential is often just proximity to a
runway.
A little more time. A little more room.
A little less fear of what happens if you fail.
Some people get that.
Others learn to fly while falling.
I’d like to call it runways as well.