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.
Foundation of existence an exponential presence. Gravity’s graceful hand glues us together like wet sand. Presses us into spheres and let’s us fall where we may.
Molded from mud and clay Born of the Earth and falling along the bend of space, lulled by the face of the sun and dizzy by the spin of the Earth, we fall in love along its starry string.
The foundation of existence. we fall and then fall again. Dropped along gravity’s bending string we fall and spin Faster and faster Desperately searching for meaning until. Some part of that string to holds onto us and calls us their own.
We fall in love. Tying ourselves to that fleeting string so it may stay. So it won’t fall away. So caught up We glue our muddied hands to disappearing strands.
So caught up we lose ourselves to gravity and fall at the speed of life so fast we forget to slow down and look around. So fast that we might miss it.
