Thursday, November 13, 2008

SCRUPULOSITY 3

The wind is loud up where you're standing, arms outstretched, at the top of the tall tower ready to jump because, where once you had vertigo, you now believe you can fly. Yes, what a beautiful view. This is going to end bad and there's nothing that really can be done and so why try prevent it? A dream of flying high in the sky is so seductive, so alluring, so precious, that it shouldn't be broken. If only to feel the betrayal of the ungodly weight of your own arousal, once again.

1 comment:

Miss Kerry said...

Oh.My.God.

This is uncut brilliance.

And yes. Isn't it thus.