I wanted to fly when I woke up. For real this time. Not just the feeling that sank in my gut, the one that I gasped air into as I woke and sat straight up taking the covers with me.
I think I mainly just wanted to keep from falling. Again.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Saying the word "happy" right now feels like the first time I said "fuck". It comes shockingly naturally and I can't remember ever not saying it about myself.