Flying


Flying high

Spinning

Twirling

Laughing

Arms outstretched

Reaching for you

Flying high

Little window

Teeny tiny ants below

Smiling

Grinning

Heart pounding

Flying high

Seat back

Legs out

Not a care in the world

Flying high

Altered state

Warped reality

A dream

A vision

What I want things to be

Flying high

Up so far

Self induced detachment

But as always

The high wears off

And I crash back into the cold dark depths of what will never be…

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