Clouds sit in the sky

When I was there, it was cold all around me.  I did not know what I wanted to do, nor how I was going to do it.  There was nothing but the wind whistling through my ears, as my body felt light, yet still together. 

Since then, I have grown older.  I know what I want to do, and how to do it.  I still hear the wind.  I still feel the buzz of the high pitched ring which I imagine is the machine they used to revive me.  I no longer feel the pain in my shoulder when I run, it has all gone to my head.

There are shivers running through me when I think about success, even though I know that it must come, and soon or I will fail.  I am not being a comedian about that.

I do not know enough not to believe more.