im not sure why i tried this, im not generally a creative writting type of person, usually im the critical reader, but i thought i would give it a go... feel free to be as harsh as you like!
this isn't how it was supposed to be.
i dreamt, i flew,
clouds were all that filled my lungs,
no air, no reality, no substance,
the present- already my past.
untill i fell.
no wings, no clouds,
all dirt, aground.
you who had been-
my altitude
became my gravity.
and it hurts too much
too even begin forgiving-
you and me
thats the way it was supposed to be
