glitter in the sky.
i was once his airplane in the sky and he the pilot driving my heart. i wrote about him in clouds and took pictures from my aerial view and pasted them into the pages of my heart like newspaper clippings into a scrapbook.
because i wanted to give him something more one day, something more, so that when we hit turbulence, he'd see the possibility for beauty and never want to land. i could open my shirt as if it were a book and show him the glitter glue and paper hearts and pretty scribbles. and if seeing weren't enough, i could make the loop-de-loops easy for him and i could make transitions smooth and i could be good to him and i could love him and we'd fly in the sky forever, no matter the weather.
but they say the longer the flight the higher the odds you'll crash. and i wonder if this is true, about love. if love is a flight to somewhere better. or if love is even a flight at all, if love is really the landing or the takeoff and the time we're flying is a lesson, a trial, in living. and i wonder if i quit on my pilot now if we'd just fall to earth as bodies without souls, our souls still flying airplanes and doing loop-de-loops and still trying to love.
because i wanted to give him something more one day, something more, so that when we hit turbulence, he'd see the possibility for beauty and never want to land. i could open my shirt as if it were a book and show him the glitter glue and paper hearts and pretty scribbles. and if seeing weren't enough, i could make the loop-de-loops easy for him and i could make transitions smooth and i could be good to him and i could love him and we'd fly in the sky forever, no matter the weather.
but they say the longer the flight the higher the odds you'll crash. and i wonder if this is true, about love. if love is a flight to somewhere better. or if love is even a flight at all, if love is really the landing or the takeoff and the time we're flying is a lesson, a trial, in living. and i wonder if i quit on my pilot now if we'd just fall to earth as bodies without souls, our souls still flying airplanes and doing loop-de-loops and still trying to love.