Morningside Cuesta song sung blue

for a moment, she likely was truly airborne. in that brief moment she had quickly decided that she was okay with never flying. perhaps the birds had it all wrong.

it was also in that moment of deciding she did not like the air, that she released.

which meant she sent herself off with the momentum from moor. skidding along the grassy ground. uncertain when or where she'd stop.

these seconds felt like hours.