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.
influenced and inspired by uncleblack and in response to the lovely poem I dreamt of eagles by my friend uncleblack aka lk :)