my hands were pressed
against the coldness of glass
looking out at something familiar
i still feel like i’m floating
and that if i wanted to
i could fly
the door disappeared
and my body fell forward
toward a blue world
my hands were pressed
against the coldness of glass
looking out at something familiar
i still feel like i’m floating
and that if i wanted to
i could fly
the door disappeared
and my body fell forward
toward a blue world