The ride stops

I get out

It's cold walls now

And a drought

Blow out a candle

And inhale

I get high from it

I get born

I tape feathers

To my bones

I can fly now

More like float

Catch custs of wind, kid it helps

My feet scraping

Evergreens

Your fingers breaking

Reaching the sky

Smoke more candle

And catch drifts

Guided by currents

In the air

And I feel like I am done

I'm all warm now

No thoughts

Swimming in the rain

Falling like death