
Air gets progressively thinner,
traveling upward is inebriating.
Pause. Adjust.
Close your eyes.
Breathe In.
Breathe Out.
Focus your mind -
Blue Skies.
White Clouds.
Escape the sensation of falling.
Pause. Adjust.
Look down.
Humanity below
Exhaling sighs of disappointment
Groaning. Reaching.
Breathe it in.
Exhale.
Pause. Adjust.
Air gets thinner.
Breathing is difficult.
It’s time to descend.
Falling gently
Taste the gentle wind
Rushing into your lungs
Like water filling each crevice
Overwhelming.
Excruciating.
Exhale.
No fear remains.
We’ve won.
Take it slow.
Look Down
Humanity wanders.
Pacified again
No longer hungry
No longer hunting
For now.
Releasing pressure.
Pulling the cord,
no air above me -
we can fly.
About the Creator
Walking Travestys
Hello, I'm Sharon!
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