11:30 am. yaletown vancouver. same skyrise.

so this is good, knowing. i love the fight, i am open with weakness.

unnaturally high, and i could fall now, which would be a beautiful feeling, its a part of flying.

but, up here, where i should be wearing wings, my legs seem to stretch all the way to the ground.

shaking with strength, they are sturdy.

if you look up at your sky

you will see him, with his legs like trees

arms outstretched.

that is an honest smile, where his mouth used to be.

its good to hug trees, they've been standing a long time and appreciate the support.

please walk on the grass.