Floating

You think you know what it feels to be suspended into thin air, hanging only by threads of golden rope, floating above your daily clumsiness and pressing worries… You think you know, until you don’t – and all that weighs you down has been taken away, stripped to the core of your own will and those tiny, tiny particles on air that feel so heavy now, so safe and sure that they could hold you.  It’s only then you’ll know that rope does not only bind your body, it demands to wrap around your soul, too.