The doors open.
The elevator is waiting.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn't matter which one.
For it goes to one place.
Up.
Through the clouds.
High above it all.
Where you could let go.
Let your imagination soar.
To new heights.
To new beginnings.
To the impossible.
To the improbable.
Take a deep breath.
What do you see?
What do you want to see?
All becomes possible.
All becomes probable.
Enjoy.
hollysimp:
The sky.
What dreams are made from.
Clouds float by.
The sun peeks out from the horizon.
A few blimps pass by.
Birds ride the soft breeze.
Mountain peaks in the distance.
What else?
Anything is possible;
once you open your mind
to the possibilities.
Dream on.
I want to take out a boat and row.
Row as far as I can.
To a place of fantasy and illusions.
A place where nothing is what it seems.
Where anything is possible and probable.
Would you take the chance?
I would.
And I did.
In my book, The Dead Game,
I took the possible and made it probable.
