Gravity

It was a moon-less night in a place they haven't yet named. It was me and a breeze of air that touched my hands reminding me that I haven't grown wings yet and even though I've nearly backpacked my way on every corner of the earth it seems that I'm still here on the planet of gravity where all dreams are pulled down to the place where all sweet lost things go, the shoe box where I kept my yesterday and promised it would be home for my tomorrow all down there with my mother's smile and the spark in her eyes and movie tickets that still smelled like popcorn. A pebble from every beach God created and the time I asked him for sunshine in a jar, he tried but I had to go, all the bus tickets I kept and the sketch that had nothing but every smile I met.  

Maybe you'll tell me there's no such thing as wings and maybe one day I'll grow them and leave the planet of gravity.

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Beautifully done. :) I loved the whole feel of this piece. ^_^

[Lamis]

I am so glad you liked it! :)))))) Thank you..

[Anand Sehgal]

Eternal Wander-thirst on the surface , but a desire for salvation implied through metaphors. :) :) Loved it :)

[Lamis]

Thank you Anand. It pleases me that you enjoyed it :)))

[Coyote Poetry]

All of us wish for a better place one day. I enjoyed the thoughts and logic of the words. Thank you for the excellent story.
Coyote

[Lamis]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for the sweet review. :)

[K. Louis]

This was an amazing piece Lamees! I'm so glad I can keep up with your writing now.
I loved the the flow of this especially after the shoebox...

"the shoe box where I kept my yesterday and promised it would be home for tomorrow.." -- Truly beautiful line.

[Lamis]

I'm truely flattered and honored :)))) It really means a lot. Thank you!!!

[endo rush]

...and to the planet of flight. As usual, very nice. :)

[Lamis]

Ohhh thank you thank you! :)