Breathe in, exhale.

“You have to learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served.”

I started screaming at my feet because they wanted to keep me grounded but my wings were forming gusts of wind trying to pry me from the floor. My claws sunk into the soil in hopes to glue me where I’ll die, but all my wings were begging for was one measly chance to fly. My consciousness, less patient than I, has already left me far behind, and I’m sinking in a quicksand that is nothing more than pure destruction. Trailing behind me are roots and remnants of an earth I’ve already forgotten— with the wind scraping at my cheeks, I finally feel a craved euphoria. Man stares at me, jaws dropped, calling me bird or plane, calling me down before I become an outrage. They do not know that I’ve unleashed the very being of me that felt unwhole. The clouds kiss me softer than any man I have ever known, and for once I want to breathe the fresh air and break addiction from my routine. I look down to see man as ant, and wonder if god also sees an expendable species wrapped in false understanding of a world he, himself took so much time to create. I’m soaring in the midst of space and the earth is no larger than my thumb— the air is dense and the moon is flirting with me; I simply lose all sense of gravity. No longer does the weight on my heart feel like it’s crushing my very being. The reds and blues are radiant and I understand that love is not for humans. Love is for the souls who dare to collide— for those who see something worthy in another, and have no fear in their own skin. I kiss Pluto on the lips to let him know he hasn’t been forgotten; he smiles at me and I think we both finally feel something. I fall so deeply in love; I plummet through the galaxies. Thankfully gravity has the audacity to spit me out and finally, I become a star.

When your phone won’t connect to the wifi