?

Log in

MOVING · IN · SLOW · LIKE · THE · SMOKE · FROM · YOUR · CIGARETTE


2:23

Recent Entries · Archive · Friends · Profile

* * *
Flying so high
legs pumping fast
My heads filled with air
so my lungs cant collasp

And your face disappearss
when my focus is on the stars
Because the skys so vague
its to hard to focus on a picture at large

Feeling free from constant worries
climbing over walls in my mind
Than I leap off this swing
and reality is what I find

And you can either land on your feet
stand straight up and do it again
or fall down and stumble
hesitating to get up and ascend

I'll choose to jump a great height
so I can stay in the air for longer
And when I land on my feet
I'll only be stronger

* * *