Take off – The moment that earth loses her grasp of you and you are propelled forth into the darkness of night. Flying with fake wings, neither angel, nor bird. Stars above you and glittering lights below, cause senses to blur. No daylight to count the minutes and hours flying by, just glimpses of flashes, you make wishes upon. Beeps of safety go on and off, like robots when to stand and when to not. Sit, scroll, flip, draw, listen, press, chatter, write, drink, watch, stretch, count, munch, talk, breathe… Gain hours, lose hours, all depends on which way you go. Sleep if you can, cradled between all that you know and the depth of the infinite universe. Be the first to arise, as you turn with the world, suspended as if by miracle, to a new day. Whisper good morning to no one in particular, while you watch colors that have no name blossom. They take form and shape while you descend slowly from the heaven you slept in. Back to home or away from home, your feet reclaim the path they were meant to walk, and your adventure begins again.