how would it feel to fly
I imagine flying feels much like dying
you are leaving earthbound things behind
I imagine flying feels like swimming but with less resistance and more blissed-out-ed-ness than we normally experience
I imagine flying is a feeling of one’s breath being sucked in and held, while tummies are doing somersaults, I imagine it feels like blending in
I imagine flying is a feeling of weightlessness and painlessness and all that pre-emptive bitterness and lost-ed-ness we might have felt is gone
I imagine flying is a feeling of wholesomeness and roundedness, the nearestness to perfection we can find
I imagine flying feels like being loved by the whole universe all at once and singing every rhyme in tune and in perfect time
I imagine flying must feel like the flowers all swaying and the world’s hearts and minds being all synchronised and harmonised.
I imagine flying would feel like the bliss of freedom
times two billion million seed pods squared and scattered.
I imagine that flying could feel like the brokenhearted being mended by just sailing through the clear, thin, unconstrained air itself.