they don't only call it flying because you're above the clouds
they call it flying because you're soaring above everything that kept you from putting your feet on the ground.
it was truly a dream, flying over what seemed like you'd never find again
even though you'd be back in two days.
the clouds were untouchable
though you felt like them, light and happy
I put my head against the cold window
blasting Dear Evan Hansen songs in my head
"Waving Through a Window" echoing in my ears
that day was like putting a pause on disaster
and I wished I never had to press resume.
YOU ARE READING
Intellectual Introspection
Poeziethe way I see the world. *** [RANKINGS] #1 In Poetry, #1 in Deep, #1 in Simile ©️writtenbyhugo Started February 5, 2019
