High

High. High up I look down and see. Really see. See everything. I feel so separate. I am no longer a part of that. Any of that. I like it. I love it. I get to see. See it all at once. But it all slows down for me. Everything. Reversal of roles. I get to see what it’s like on the other side. I look up and try to remember what it was like to fear what was between me and the ground. Nothing. In one instance I have lost all control, I am forced to put all my control in you at once. In one instance I have all the control. You are forced to trust me. Give me everything you have. Two extremes. Incredible. Incredible. I have never dreamed of such feelings. But they are welcome. They are enjoyed. Stared at in wonder and awe. They will be mourned. Until next time.