Friday, March 01, 2013

whoop


Every single time I jump is a triumph. It's my heart and mind, working together against a primordial memory of pain and loss that has been coded deep into the tissues of my body. Before I jump, I feel the muscles of my lungs wrap around that memory like an oyster works a pearl; when I land, I feel the memory pushed out in a burst of joyful noise.


1 comment:

Holly said...

One hell of a way to cleanse the soul.