Thursday, April 17, 2014


He swept me off my feet and left me hanging in mid air
Not falling
Not flying
Just there.
Not quiet high enough to see it all, no view no overwhelming elevation.
Yet not low enough to hide from it all, no ignorance, not blissfully oblivious
I enjoyed what i could, savored every moment, and in the end,
waited for a Fall
That would never come.

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