By: Kati Klehm

Flying. high.
Sunshine blinding me
Through my thoughts’ shadowy veil
Happiness opening all the doors of my life
All decisions made,
Minute to minute,
Just flowing on the momentum
Of the world’s energy

Roaring, deafening wind blowing in my face,
Ear-popping, stomach lurching,
8xs gravity freefall
To the ever growing ground below.

A grey world
So many buzzing thoughts,
Nagging worries
Chaos in the orderly routine
Of normal life.

Above, clouds and smog distil the blue
That is so high.

The greys take on dull hues,
A soft yellow there, a muted blue there,
Slowly adjusting
To life on the ground.

A spark of brightness,
Of the sweet, blue high above
Why bother waiting and working
When instant gratification is a breath away
Only a single chance for the blueness.
I take it.