How we fly

The road stretches out long and slow. Easing down, to bottom out, stretching out to rise again. The air is filled with a thunderous sound. It sinks in under the layers, between skin, taunt fibers, and sinew. Settling in the bones. Brush strokes of azure, amber, burnt ochre lay lazily across the sky. A spectacular finale, the drop that follows a crashing crescendo. Cheeks pulled back in joyous glory, the heartbeats

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

Glorious how we fly. Unbidden. Cast the shade away and roll deep into the night. They can’t stop us here. The claws that grip and pull. Fortuitous obligation. Knock, knock, knocking at the back door. Can’t stop, not now, just want, more more more. Taking us to freedom one rolling mile at a time. Oh, take me, take me, take me, there. It's the only place I've ever wanted to be that I've never been to before. Can't you see? You can’t be blind to me. Under the setting sun. A silhouette stands, inky black well against the lilac and saffron. It's the only way I can see you getting away from me. 

There’s a bee in my ear. It’s buzzing buzzing buzzing. Telling me the thing I always know. I always want to forget. Go away. Not today. It's so sad to say. Iknowiknowiknowiknowiknowiknow

ITS TIME TO GO

ITS TIME TO GO

ITS TIME TO GO

ITS TIME TO GO

At least I know. I guess at least I know. We’re carrying each other. No matter where we go.