"On the ground I am free floppy like a creative or animal rolling & slothing around. Melting into the floor like butter soft. Cold floor makes me tense up but warm comfy clothes help me be squigy & soft. Comfortable don't have to hold any weight dead weight into the floor..."
"In the air I am like a bird flying high in the clouds. Weightless and free elegance. In the sky I can be who I want & feel free & happy & light. Holding weight sometimes feels heavy but in the air I am like the gentle beat of a butterfly wing. No one can see me..."
It honestly felt quite bizzare and down right wierd wrtitng whatever came to mind - I apparently have some pretty strange thoughts. I think I could use this as a score to improvise from in the future. Who knows...
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