If I looked down on myself from above I would look like a feverish dream gold bleeding out of my eyes like a cracked open door and cheeks stained crimson as if being out in the wind too long rushing breath stumbling down my lips I am running while laying in a mess of heat heart beating just a little too fast to make me "normal"
you bring me down to earth with breaths you whispered into my mouth maybe you're telling me secrets with your eyes while I am desperately trying to regulate my heart rate beautiful doesn't even capture your hushed voice tell me again how to cut off my wings and be human you look like a dream a feverish dream I don't feel alive but perhaps oblivion isn't so bad
I'll throw my head up to the sky attempting to break the separation trying to stop running while standing still on the edge of where I could be and where I am take my face in your hands and convince me