wandering the skies

wandering the skies

A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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I'm going to float now

Into the night

To wander the skies

If I cry, leave me be

I want no one to see my grief




© 2018 Ana Papaya



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I get the sense of flying through clouds. Free as the air, but unable to break from tradition of hiding. I think I would be similar, after I stopped wondering if it would be another anxiety dream and fear falling. I'll stay just below the clouds so as to not disturb.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

I like to fly under the radar too :)
thanks Lorry



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grief is such a personal and private thing, at least it tends to be here in the West.. elsewhere it can be a much more public and shared outpouring of emotion.. tis very much a learnt cultural thing... that said, I very much enjoy hovering around on warm sky thermals any time of day and no matter how I'm feeling.. enjoyed and muchly so..

Posted 2 Months Ago


Ana Papaya

2 Months Ago

Such a true statement that is. My family tends to be a bit over the top bur I prefer quite and priv.. read more
Neville Pettitt

2 Months Ago

dignified springs to my cloud :)
Thought flight, I do it often. Out of sight and away from others. Nicely expressed Ana.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

2 Months Ago

thanks a bunch Chris. :)
I get the sense of flying through clouds. Free as the air, but unable to break from tradition of hiding. I think I would be similar, after I stopped wondering if it would be another anxiety dream and fear falling. I'll stay just below the clouds so as to not disturb.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

I like to fly under the radar too :)
thanks Lorry

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