" here it is -- the final page you turn it and walk away you dreamt that you were flying and you realize that somehow, you were breathing under the weight of it all you marvel at the height of the fall don't you remember why you don't have a mother
do you know how you got here? memories fade, left behind anxieties forgotten in the back of your mind
are your friends lost, too? did you hold them tight or did you let them go?
were they
buried under the weight of it all such a high place from which to fall didn't you love them? when have you last spoken? "