Sometimes, when I am sitting alone, late at night, music on the crackly radio, my legs fly away from me. It feels like they float up until I can no longer sense where my body is, or in what position. It is wonderful and yet very strange.
I think offlying, then, up through the rafters, to the stars, to dance on the dark heavy clouds, to swing from streetlights, waving to commuters on the long bus ride home.
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