inexpedient utterances

pure

I feel the thin air,

walk with my shoulders held high,

the feeling so forgettable,
the privilege so incredibly fragile

I'm never up,
but when I am
I remember the salty ocean waves,

the feeling of the endorphins crashing into my brain

the way words sound without the records being scrubbed

your beautiful utters escaping your lips are clear as day.

It takes ecstasy

your mind never absorbs

the sounds, smells, tastes

how you feel, silky smooth skin

the crisp leaves dangling, ready to fall

but

then we fall

flip over and up again, black