By Carly Floyd
5/21/10
High above the clouds
A fall like this would kill me, kill me
End me
But out the window of the plane
I see it
Falling through the blue
From the sky
Plummeting
And maybe then I could forget myself
My petty problems
To just have my whole world
Depend on how far gravity could take me.
How long?
How long until I hit?
Maybe I could catch a cloud
And sleep on the white
And live in the sky forever,
above even the birds.
But sooner or later,
you have to come back to earth.
And the fall
Would be beautiful, no?
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