Fly
2004-10-18 - 11:27 p.m.
Run until you can't feel your legs anymore, then walk fast because you're still creeped out by the darkness.
Every thing that sticks up in an unusual fashion becomes dangerous, and anything that makes an uncommon sound becomes frightful.
A horn honks in the distance and you crack up laughing, the both of you lost in the moment of pure elation. Everything is conceivable and the fog of confusion is lifted. You realize you have let people fall behind. You've forgotten some, and purley because the constraints they tend to throw at you cause you to be something you don't like.
It's not them, it's you. And not in the cheap "I don't think we should see eacother" way. In the sense that you are really causing all the problems. You pick out the delutions you've created and call them mistakes.
Go back to that moment, when everything was numb and the cold air caused your arms to prickle. Go back to that moment, when for one whole moment, everything was peaceful.