.some times.

Some times

I simply want to fly away

as a bird

to leap from the nest

momentarily 

just so that I could soar

above the seas

the mountain tops

the people

the grind

to feel the wind against my face

my body

lifting me up 

higher and higher 

until there is nothing left but

o p e n n e s s

the sun

the clouds

s p a c e

and all the clutter in my mind

the heaviness

in my chest

will easily 

fall

f a l l 

f  a  l  l

to the awaiting ground below

then maybe I can

think 

just a little more

c l e a r e r

feel 

a little more

d e e p e r

and perhaps

be myself again.