you;re lighter than air
so high you can barely bear the freedom
to do as you choose
nothing gets you down
no boundaries / no chains around yr fingers
making yr own truth
but don;t you know balloons never really reach the moon?
& even birds high in the sky must come down.

with the gravity
that pulls you to yr knees
there has to be a final reckoning
gravity
you know you won;t escape
by grace or grave you;ll feel the gravity.

when you;re going nowhere
& the forks in the tracks still meet on the mainroad
the light you see might not be the sun
yr heart will melt like wax.
when yr arms discover that the wings you;ve made
can;t take you home.

let
the
gravity
pull
you
to
yr
k n e e s .

plus. pictures (more tomorrow.) one & two

music: him; right here in my arms .
mood: yuck