I must learn to breathe again

I am a dreamer. You dream also. We string the sky with our pearly spools of wishes, sewing a spiderweb pulsing with our hopes and fancies. Yet I only dream, a spiderweb spinner. You are a doer, a concrete-pourer that transforms cobwebby dreams into steel skyscrappers. I am afraid. You are brave. I cling to the edges of your feathered wings. You glance toward me in a gentle, yet reproachful manner. You believe that I can fly on my own. I doubt myself, but I cannot doubt you. I cannot doubt myself. Dearest... I let go and I fall.

I must learn to breath again.