No Wings

So you hit me.

Like a critical mass.

And I'm falling.

No parachutes.

No wings attached.

Not a single idea.

So I'm sorry you lie there.

And I can't help.

I wish I could go inside your brain,

and start making your thoughts for you.

Reach inside your ribs,

and pump the purple liquid for you.

But I'm abrade it'll hurt you.

So I'll sit here and wait.

But I don't want to.

No.

I can't.

I can't sit and wait, wait for something to happen!

What if it doesn't! 

what if when it does I've finally hit the ground?

Oh no.

My mind is racing again.

So this is what happens when you get hit.

By a mass.

So critical.

..with no parachutes..

no helmets..

No wings.

Just..you.

I can hold on to.

At least i know,

though your not conscious,

your beside me.

And if i'm by you.

I'm by myself.

Without wings.

Just...falling. 

Up.

Author's Note

for my friend
<3