Floating (via sirmorose)
At first I was doubtful, though it happened so effortlessly in recurring dreams. But I thought: How hard could it be. And the way the wind pulled and tugged and flitted me - I had an inkling. So under the pale orange electric lights - I think it must have been dusk, Friday evening, the streets peopled with curiosity, and small minds - here I began. I was indeed floating. I passed the mad dogs, the cursing housewives, drunken men looking for a fight. People Nursing their frail superiority. Dying where they began. I astonished myself. I…upright, my feet far off the ground.
The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.
Kai, Lessons in Life #39 (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)