Monday, March 17, 2014

Between the Ceiling and the Floor

and if he could've thrown himself into the arms of the floor he would've.. and there would have been no thud and no scratches because the floor would've accepted him... and there would be this lightness and openness where suddenly the floor was really a ceiling to an exceptionally better party, and there, in that party, with the rushing music he would land on the floor, with such vigorous dance moves that it wouldn't matter if he was up or down when it all started, because it was happening right there.
whatever needed to happen to him, happened there between the ceiling and the floor. 

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