When you are flying,

there is a moment when you are in the clouds.

You are not on the earth any more;

you are not a bird flying independently.

You are in some in between space.

Not a bird.

Not on earth.

Not able to fly on your own.

You are simply sitting in a seat being carried along.

You are not a bird.

You are in flight,

but your arms are not outstretched.

You sit coiled.

The clouds come up around you,

and that’s not all.

When you are tired,

the dream begins.

You could be a bird.

You could fly.

Published in: on February 17, 2016 at 10:24 pm  Leave a Comment  

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