Just like that Postal Service Song

I took this photo just as the woman’s voice on the speaker said, “You are now on the top of the world.”

I wondered, did she ever feel what it’s like to be on top of the world? I look down at the streets 541 feet below me. Street lights lighting the asphalt, crown of heads I couldn’t even see. 

And the colors I wait for, they were blocked by buildings that night. I wasn’t on the top of the world. Instead I’m soaked up by the fiery reflections of this city as I stare blankly of what’s left of it. First-world aura, fast escalators, identity-lacking food and culture.

Do you know how it feels like to be on the top of the world? When dancing with a person you like, don’t you feel like your heart expands as wide as the sky? What great heights would you reach when someone you like reach for your hands? And when you kiss, don’t you feel like falling from a place much higher than 541 feet?

I’ve been on the top of the world. And I wanted to go down to feel what it’s like.

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It’s thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you’re away when I am missing you to death…