One night.
“Funny how falling feels like flying for a little while”
When one night weighs in, all days collapse, on foot along a flightless highway. She told you to live it, the cries rang. Go forward. Here eyes the eerie calm, watch it vanish left and right
right and wrong.
Overcome, she’ll teach you, you’ll push the air out of your lungs, out in a room. She’ll put it back in. Come around an accident, a temperament, a glitch, a silhouette off a blink, a dark joke. A stage fright.
She’ll bear an end. Her smell on your neck lies stolen.
Lies departed, no place for the weary kind.
2.4.11 bound 2.3.11
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For those not familiar with the feeling, I suspect that, in the beginning, flying also feels like falling. All you can know is that you’re in the air.
“The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off” – Gloria Steinem
Well said.