There was a time when my air was a bit dense. And I could grasp these..things.

there weren’t out of reach and they didn’t hold me either. They’d gradually lift me up when I grabbed for them. I thought they were grabbing me ! I thought they were holding me. I thought possibly ..they were real. Things could grab me and feel me like I felt them- but! there was a flaw. Each thing, they’d change form. They’d change texture. Never the same one. Always temporary..

Perhaps- each was a thing to be experienced, remembered and not be “in spite of what could of been..” to never be forgotten. Nevertheless, I  let them pick me up, swing me back and forth only once, barely..and set me right back down.

Gravity was my friend ! The world wasn’t my friend, but my sibling. Because with only siblings you could disagree with so much and not abandon.. Not your friend who could abandon you in time. Time..it worked with me. at its own pace, sure..but it helped so well. But one day, I watch with eyes opened.  Maybe the sun showed its face, but my vision returned. returned?

And each thing was losing to gravity more and more each time..dropped me one day and scraped my knees and elbows. And I felt my falls. So I stopped..

I stopped grabbing. And let the things try to get to me on their own..then I began to run away from them. Now I am running. Away from time, and leaving gravity..abandoning the world and every thing. Like I think, Like I saw-they did me.