I am looking down at my arms, and growing out of my pores there are tiny, tiny
can barely see it
My stomache turns, fingertips gasp at the air
hope triggers anticipation, soon could I be?
Cooperating with time and space and the environment around me.
Oh what a dream,
what a beautiful transparent kinda got stuck in the back of my head in disbelief all this time
I am the vioce in my heart,
that Holy Spirit,
that greater he that is within me
worlds and parallel worlds and reflections and super planes and angles all within the tiniest particles of right now
They are for flying.