compressed

I stay there, standing still, weak limbs hanging from my shoulders and dark eyes gazing up at what stood above me. My lungs filled with the air that gracefully ran through the frenzy of my hair. For a second, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see, I wanted to feel. The air whispering, kissing my skin and lifting my fingers with a cold touch. My ears hearing nothing but the rustle of leaves that I knew lay above me, but for another second, I pretended as if those leaves weren't there. My head stayed fix on the sky but my head was flying with the birds, determined to glide to a much better place. I pretended nothing was around me, stuck in determined darkness, and like a bird's wings take off to soar, I felt my legs get weak and my hands grow stronger. At the same time, the wind stopped to lavish my skin like it was gold, instead it penetrated against my body, shocking my dizzy muscles back to life. Forcing me to take control of my body, grounding my feet on the hard street.

My lips stole the air as quickly as it came down on me and my eyes opened as fast as lightning striking ground. The leaves that lied above me shook feverishly and the branches they were connected to, moved with them, determined in not releasing them. But my eyes strained to be open, because as beautiful as it was looking at the withering leaves aganist a sky stained of thundering clouds, when I looked up, it was as if everything was falling. The sky, the thunder, the clouds, the leaves, the air, the rain, the birds. Determined to compress me down.