Drifting · 4:39am Jun 9th, 2014
Imagine flying:
Heights are terrifying—
I fainted.
This elegy to my syncope
I write where I crashed in the raging sea;
Now I sit here.
I'm on the planes wing drifting—
Going nowhere.
Imagine flying:
Heights are terrifying—
I fainted.
This elegy to my syncope
I write where I crashed in the raging sea;
Now I sit here.
I'm on the planes wing drifting—
Going nowhere.
I love how this line sounds.