Flying high,
Everything fine,
Roiling clouds below.
The thunder cracks,
Adjust your backs,
Tis unclear whats below.
Begin the dive,
For earth to strive,
Below the clouds of grey.
To hit the strip,
And end the trip,
And fly another day.















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At first I thought of myself as a black and white thinker. Then I said fuck the shades and tints, the world is boring without color and I introduced (myself to) the rainbow.
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