Essentially 'Flight' is just an adventure of multiple realities.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

Money is only a human invention. I get paid for my work, it's a system of trade, but it's not my purpose and reason for living.

Our true enemies are: ignorance and limitation.

Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.

A poet's first contract is with truth.

Thought has no gender.