Try to trick myself into thinking it’s real,
but it can’t be real unless it can be felt
and I don’t feel anything at all.
I fly so high that my wings catch fire
and you swim so far out that the shore is engulfed in ocean.
Nothing but blue.
How can I hold what I cannot feel?
How are we to love what we do not know?
Higher and Higher
Doubt underestimates faith.
Higher and Higher
I do not need wings to fly.
To be honest, I have no idea what I am doing.
