Confessions of a flier

I know how to fold and join these estranged dendrites perhaps to launch a folded euphemism of euphoria or liberation. Though I wont call it harsh subjugation of my nature or destiny. All my life, I have known and loved one thing…my wings..my flight.. Yes, I am a flier.. I have seenĀ plateausĀ and mountains..high rise…low rise.. […]