18 March 2007
we ascend today. floating up through nitrogen and breathing nothing but the sun. we ascend today. after all is said and done, we migh fall back to the sea and drown, or be absorbed by the flaming dawn. either way, it marks the end of something we frownded on. you know, i think you'll fall and i'll stay afloat up there, basking in the too thin to breathe air. the water waves swell up and swallow you, you, you become part of it then. neptune got jealous and spit you out on the sand. gritty sticky partlices clinging to your skin and hands that tried to hold you up. maybe you're dead by then, too dead to care. i'm still floating high above, in that golden misty air.
Posted by Daniel Bolton at 21:33