Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Tasting the Clouds

Flapping fabric double backed creating wings between my arms and legs.
This is where I want to be.
Monoliths in the sky, made of vapor and smoke and magic.
This is where I want to fly.
Water droplets on my face, falling gently along my side.
This is where I want to soar.
What was a dream is now a certain future in my hands.
This is where I want to live.
Transformation of body, release of mind, freedom of soul.
This is where I want to stay.
Human flight, transcendence, peace.
This is why I live, and this is why I die.

I can't wait to taste the clouds again.


Calvin Hecker said...

Did you fly a wingsuit scott? thats awesome!

Scott said...

Not yet, I just keep having a recurring dream where I get a 20 minute wingsuit flight off of an object I've never seen before. The dream is so real that I know its something I have to do, soon.