a trained bird will dawdle this earth- misfitted claws & flaws trying to fill footprints of giants. one foot in front of the other, do it to get by. 

did you forget? there are wings on your back. do you remember what it feels like to spread yourself, to be above it all- above this all. and you always have a choice, to walk away. but if there’s anything i’ll ever ask of you- i don’t need you to stay, but please don’t walk away. vertebrae arched and petrified from learning to be grounded, why don’t you stand taller today, stretch to the fantastic heights you were meant to be. chest out chin up and fly. what an exhilarating feeling to feel nothing beneath your feet, no safety nets, no guarantees, just you. and when you’ve left nothing behind, write me a postcard, tell me what a cloud tastes like.