A natural high,
taking my breath away,
just to feel a little bit more
alive.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 8:10 PM UTC
A natural high,
taking my breath away,
just to feel a little bit more
alive.
Barreling ceilings through thin tin cans, housed by powered propellers, aiming aggressively.
Battling density as instruments fail, swans start singing,
providing lucid dreams purposely.
If tonight was the end of the last day, then I lay my head to the made bed, wishing for a greater spiritual journey, searching for the love, I’ve once found in a new way.
