Zwischenwelten: Feb 15, 2015

Sunday, February 15, 2015

the stewardess opened

the door,walked out

ino a nameless sky

belted to my seat,

i stayed, not sucked

into space, and

all angels are cruel,

i know this.

now i listen to the

waves, the sounds

of the ocean,

i smell freedom

it is salty and wild

and filled with tears

and wind and joy.

most people are not able to change the basic patterns of life.

it is the fear of loss of structure and of instability.

they don't have the courage to walk across water.