T plus four

"there was a whole lot of living between T minus Zero and the big T. think of that," he smiled as a wall sized wave of heat flooded down my body.
I'm thinking of that, now.
I'm thinking of that, now, nestled in the T plus 4, curled like a ribbon in this heart shaped bed, shimmering.

today, I swept my arm like a rainbow and delighted at the sound of spines and pages catching air, soaring thickly towards the thin tread of carpet. today, I lit the firecracker and roared with the squeal of tires and grass spun like paint behind me and the great getaway. I thought I had to be fearless to be so angry. I thought I had to be tougher to really take it on as a lifestyle.

"It was a time when I was flying solo," I repeated, still curious about the irony of the words. "...and, it's like the ground or sky don't matter; I trust myself. I can fall, fly, close my eyes and not know where I am and, yet, I know where I am and I know how to have soft landings and how to have fun in the disorientation. In that kind of flying, I'm most alive."
Again with the irony.

what a surprising thing I've said.
With this, my arms crackle like a fire and a sky inhabits my chest.