Crash into oblivion

I stare out the window with eyes anew, dreaming of another day, a way to forget, to reclaim innocence. This way…..this way…it beckons. Tantalizing. Serene. Peaceful.

I fly with invisible wings, arms spread out, toes pointed. Horizontal and mid-air. The wind is my pillow, caressing, waving through my angel hair. Every little nuance of life just sitting there, open, waiting for me to grab ahold of life, death, this spirit world of my creation. I soar…

down

            down

                        down

and crash

into oblivion.