thin air
there are these creatures that loom above our heads - success, perfection, heaven - unattainable heights we steer ourselves towards and cower beneath. but our molecular structure is more tree than sky, more grounding than flying. we climb what lies beneath the soles of our feet. and we reach and reach, extending our bodies and souls into unimaginable shapes casting ourself into unimaginable pain. yet we clutch air. as if we're always looking for a way to fly, a way to dance amongst the looming creatures above our heads.
Leap Day - February 29, 2008