Monday, July 23, 2012

that time before that time when you don't wake up right before you hit the ground

I've taken to the skies
And all I got are plastic bags as parachutes
I guess I didn't see that the light was still red
A small voice in my head says start flapping you idiot
And I comply
I always comply to any small voice be it in my head or on the ground far far below 

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