Flight

airports are somewhat life's inception everything's suspended, still the endless lines and creeping time makes you reckon and anticipate for more your call for provocation awaits you and the other lost souls intoxicated minds and doltish hopes wandering about in cosmos finally the gates open giving birth to an impeccable hunger the desires are as infinite as the distance from the ground oh how wonderful it is to flee vanishing in the clouds you're free from the corrals suspended in the air, absolute euphoria endless chances, perfectly refined

04 04 2014 // idiosyncrasy

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