Flight

Looking down to see the stary sky filled with man made constellations. The loud, quiet beckins the mind into an inner soul search. There are no songs playing. There are no movies made. There is only the whine of the machine. The steady beat of wind. The darkness in an upside down world. Water being felt leaving the body. The heavens wishing to reclaim the soul through devouring the body that contains it. Rushing through the air head resting on chest at the moment of giving in to dreams the feet touch land and the loud, quiet of lifes challenge beckins.

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