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we're taking off...
the tattoo on your calf comes to me in dreams. a delicate nymph straddling your ankle bone, naked, and childlike, frail and simple. her wings, stretched out, up your leg-- polar of her body, they are intricate, ornate, detailed butterfly wings. they take her everywhere, flying through my mind. she whispers to me, soft, subtle giggles and pearls of wisdom. i try to follow her as she coaxes me, but she flies off too quickly, and i can never keep up. i always wake when i know she is gone.
there is a baby crying as the pressure mounts in our heads. sounds are deafened while the altitude crushes our eardrums. the baby can't be but 5 rows away, but it sounds further-- distant. people are chatting, but you can't understand any words, its just sound--- background fodder.
we're taking off...
the tattoo on your calf comes to me in dreams. a delicate nymph straddling your ankle bone, naked, and childlike, frail and simple. her wings, stretched out, up your leg-- polar of her body, they are intricate, ornate, detailed butterfly wings. they take her everywhere, flying through my mind. she whispers to me, soft, subtle giggles and pearls of wisdom. i try to follow her as she coaxes me, but she flies off too quickly, and i can never keep up. i always wake when i know she is gone.
there is a baby crying as the pressure mounts in our heads. sounds are deafened while the altitude crushes our eardrums. the baby can't be but 5 rows away, but it sounds further-- distant. people are chatting, but you can't understand any words, its just sound--- background fodder.
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jacksin:
...Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
adam12:
nice...