That moment when you’re somewhere between sleep and awake. That moment on a roller coaster as you drop at almost a 90° angle and your adrenaline surges. Your favorite song on the radio in the summer, when your windows are down and you’re singing along. The warmth and comfort that envelops you as you snuggle into bed. A sunrise. The moon rise. The galaxy of stars on a clear night in your small home town. All of these things and feelings You are every one of them, combined.
My head is stuck at the peaks of youthy rooftops trapped in moving circles and daggers rotting brain. I hover, gliding above the generated, empty plane, tracing the moving shadows below and tracking the nights that rain.
i was so careful but the lines oh the ever running lines they vibrate frantically, I cannot look away they dance back and forth between both crests of their prison, their XYZ axes gripping them trapping them within definite images between associations and contexts, between gleaming ascent and its tumbling recoil.
The ride hick-ups and pollutes the clouds filling my scent and descent pulls at my stomach, gravity yanks me back, pulling on my rope and laughing all the while.
At first you fear it but then you are laughing and shouting and throwing your arms in the air and having the wind rush into your lungs and whip your hair it is so beautiful it is unlawful it is unreal i cant be seeing this and it spirals and tumbles and shriekingly grinds to a halt, panting.