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"flight mode"
"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
.
Sunday 10th August 2025 6:31 am
flight ready
I will not let the weight
of old winds bend
your wings any longer.
You will soar, not for escape,
but for discovery.
We will carve the sky
into new stories,
where no shadow lingers,
and no voice drags you back.
Your flight is not borrowed—
it belongs to you. So,
take-off in fresh winds’ lift.
Wednesday 21st May 2025 4:49 am
Icarian Malady
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When I found the time to be
I found that time had passed me by
When my dreams had set me free
Life set its bounds upon the sky
Should my spirit soar above,
My wings the blazing sun would pluck
Should my soul find love
You'd find my cards had no such luck
And though we know the end,
we jump into the cloudy veil;
we quest for dreams, though bound;
...
Monday 28th March 2011 7:27 am
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