Everything that comes up eventually comes down.
That's normal, isn't it. But
I want to feel weightless.
I want to feel free and float around,
Move around by my own means.
Gliding around trees
and
gazing at the sky.
Instead of crumpled in my bed.
And stuck in my head.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
Everything that comes up eventually comes down.
That's normal, isn't it. But
I want to feel weightless.
I want to feel free and float around,
Move around by my own means.
Gliding around trees
and
gazing at the sky.
Instead of crumpled in my bed.
And stuck in my head.
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