We're being held down by a supposed force called gravity. Gravity fails me lately. It pulls at the corners of my eyes, tugs at my breasts, grasps my ankles. But now I can fly. I can leap single bounds and be free of the chains that wrinkle the young.
Your magnetic poles have thrown off my compass; all directions are skewed. I'm flying in circles trying to find myself again after the dizzying affect of your being so close. When will you return? I am ready to land for a moment on your shoulder. I am ready to whisper in your ear all the things you've longed to hear in your sleep. I'll wake you up.
Come fly with me.
I'll show you how.
Don't be afraid.