grab a kite by its tail and follow it until it goes so high you cannot let go without breaking your back and become a paralysed ball of chewed gum left on the floor tough and mangy and bitter and old and alone until you get swept up by the cleaning staff and dumped in the bin only able to just peek the kite as it flies away
ribbons trailing behind
remember the feeling of rope burn between your hands as you hold on
but never come to that point because you hold on tight and make sure to open your eyes even if its windy and makes you sore even if it is bumpy and you keep losing grip with one hand and then another and readjusting and finding how to support yourself without ripping free
(when you lose one hand let it rest for a while and wave loose in the wind)
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