so high
the air
cuts at my lungs
and
my head spins
and
my heart beats faster
and
I'm taking very
short
breaths
and
bright
lights
dot
across
my
vision
and
I
can't
do
anything
but
write
lines,
words,
l
e
t
t
e
r
s.
s
o.
h
i
g
h.
t
o
o.
h
i
g
h.
and
the
black bird
sits.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
so high
the air
cuts at my lungs
and
my head spins
and
my heart beats faster
and
I'm taking very
short
breaths
and
bright
lights
dot
across
my
vision
and
I
can't
do
anything
but
write
lines,
words,
l
e
t
t
e
r
s.
s
o.
h
i
g
h.
t
o
o.
h
i
g
h.
and
the
black bird
sits.
