
(Credit: thirtyfootscrew on flickr )
Sometimes I want to turn into a giant mouth and roar at the world. It’s like a shock through my nervous system. One minute I’m doing the dishes, then shock! Cue roaring.
But I know roaring will only make things worse, so I remember the exhilaration of flight; the moment of breaking through the clouds to where the light burns the eyes and the wind whips away everything but the very core of ones being.
I remember being up there,
naked,
alone
and free.
Then I can release the roar with a sigh and continue with the dishes.
Dada
/ February 1, 2016This struck a chord with me ๐
W. R. Woolf
/ February 2, 2016๐