Flying Betwen Falling I’m well aware I try to fly like leaping fleas, with legs too heavy kicking feet, before committing to crawling, but it’s hard to stop this habit. The ground I cover before the crash, is vast. The perspective grasped before failure, wide. I can always crawl-to walk-to run later. But I don’t want to get comfortable on the bottom. I prefer thin air, my head in the clouds, open sky, and birds around. N.J. SIMAT
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I love the break before “crash” and “vast”— it tugs at something I can’t quite put my finger on
Me too. Always.