moments pass. slowly. fear, anxiety, helplessness creep in. you let go of all the things you have ever felt. freedom beckons again. you let loose and go with the flow. only when reality hits, it is downward spiralling motion, you are caught in it. you're wanting to hold on to something. but you can't find a grip to hold on to. you just lose track of everything. you get discredited. you run for your life. you want to escape the drudgery. you are swaying. with violence in your face. you are failing to understand the combination of honeyed syrup with burnt toast. you are trying to make sense if it tastes good. you give up. you are fainting. you can't accept mediocrity. you're a hypocrite. of the least likely order. but you are. confused. wrong timings. apprehension walks with you. you're wide awake in expectation. it dawns. it goes too fast. you know you're going to bump. and then. you do. your spirit soars. you build a wall for the next time. you let go. you quieten up. you want to run again. you run. wild and free. like you care a rat's ass about anything, or as a matter of fact for anyone. no one to hold you onto the ground. you've never cared, and in retrospect you did. but you dismiss that afterthought. and you run again, so that in afterlife, they would let you be that bird. the one that flies high above the others. so that you soar and there's nothing to stop you. no fucking one. breathe. breathe. breathe. sssssssh.
*courtesy: massive attack feat dot allison in aftersun
