I have this thing where I get bucked out of my role not just by myself but also by others. It feels like shit and I hate it and then…a few moments or days later I freaking LOVE it.
I try and cling to branches that I know..
I resit putting my feet down… I try and extend the flight…a little longer.
ill touch down…soon, i assume…Ill touch down and place my feet upon the ground
and dance as i silk to the groove of the jilt
I am feeling it too. knowing that time is shortly here. youll understand me fully but that fact will kill me truly.
I’ll awake as a new version and this one that is typing will be done..
Till then I will enjoy and softly ill explore.