Crashing. Into oblivion. I'm tired....
I was walking home in the early hours last week and I was looking at the sky. I suddenly started crying really hard. Because I was so angry. That I wasn't made to be up there. Not in heaven, or anything, but in the sky with the pressures, and vacuums and physics.
And I was so angry, at the injustice. At the arrogance, to put something so beautiful and so connected to what I feel I am, so out of reach.
I've never been a very spiritual person. But, when I feel disconnected... I feel like its because that other part of me is up there, in the abyss.