Sometimes when you’re just sitting around and you’re a little unsteady…
well, you realise you’ve imbibed too much. or not enough. but, somehow, as imbalance as you seem to feel, you are able to land on your feet.
yes, feet, because, unfortunately you weren’t born with wings.
” …You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet…” ~kafka
Or maybe you’re just dreaming that you’re waiting and in reality you’re paralyzed. Completely. All locked up. ..like jewelry in a box. Safe. Trapped.
Wishing you had wings.
Oh, bother. A little sad. Bummer.