"what is that button for?" i asked. "push it and find out," he said.
i found this in a pile of papers from more than a year ago. (that long? wow.) was inspired by a friend, obviously. i dont really know why i'm posting it other than that im bored. and i havent posted anything in a long time. now i sound like laura. i wish spring would come faster.
she liked to watch him way up there,
high in the clouds.
he'd come pick her up, but then
she'd make him bring her back down.
the ground was a prison,
the sky nothing more than a dream-
sometimes she caught herself
starting to float in between.
in the night, in that hangar,
hoodies blocked chill, stagnant air.
they were spinning propellers,
knowing they'd be going nowhere.
his world wasn't real,
or so that's what others believed.
but what is reality,
other than how we perceive?
from down on the highway,
she knows no one can see from the plane,
still she waves,
wishing the world would spin
'til it flung her away.
then she squints in the sun,
and regardless of how much it hurts,
she repeats to herself
that she's stuck to the earth.