i've severed the strings
that hold the rest of you down
like big charlie browns
at a thanksgiving day parade.

and now i'm soaring,
higher and higher,
until the atmospheric pressure
pops me like a balloon.

you'd kill to get this high up,
but if you knew what i did
to reach this level of ecstasy,
you might end up insane.

closer

i stare up at the night sky
and imagine the millions of miles
between our galaxy and the next,
our civilization and the next.

how absurdly far apart we are,
such that we'll probably never meet,
never understand each other
or share parts of our lives.

it's then i realize
that you're not that far away,
and unlike the infinite universe,
you are here with me now.

not a burning comet
soaring in endless space,
but a shareholder of my world
that i can't wait to meet.