To Let Myself Go Is The Only Way Of Being
If you close your eyes and pace your heartbeats-you put yourself in that state. If the wind is cold enough you can catch it, like a ball tied to an invisible rope, teasing your palm. Move your fingers like you’re conducting the universe to play you a lullaby. A minute at most and the breeze will guide your hand itself. Is this why people believe they can fly? Because I almost believed it. And when you open your eyes and you’re alone on the top of a steep hill, what’s more inviting than the center of the earth? Look around and every stone is a creature. The air smells like your mother’s clean laundry, warm against the coldest cement. You can bring the world to life. So alive even the jetplane a million miles away creates fear. So walk with air shielding you because at this moment, you’ll feel more vulnerable than ever.
Everything I do
seems to be wrong to one person or the other.
