Stand up on the sky, you can feel the wind in your face. The city air is hot and muggy, but you don’t mind. If you close your eyes and pretend hard enough, you can almost pretend you’re back home.
You used to live on a cloud, before you tripped and fell off, everyone screaming your name as you plummeted. You twisted mid-air and saw their faces, shocked and panicking, their eyes wide open with horror, they’d never seen someone fall so fast.
You’d do anything to feel that fall again.
You stand on the building, and look at the watercolor clouds and the firefly neon lights of the city going to bed, and flicking their nightlights on. You feel so high up, you wonder if you can touch the clouds from here.
You spread your wings, and leap into the sunset.




