Azura Nightsong

The Closest To Flying

I fell from above
Like a slap to my face
A good kind of pain
Gravity relinquishes it\'s hold
I\'m suspended in space
Open my eyes to a blurry world
And try not to breathe
As I hang in the void
Distorted screams of joy
Drift in waves
My chest will explode
Scent of chemicals invade
I break the surface back to reality
And spit the taste of chlorine out of my mouth