in motion

at this speed,
i can’t tell where i’m going.
when my eyes are closed,
i feel a gentle thudding,
enveloping me in calm sounds,
against the vicious air trying
to rip me apart. movement
is everywhere.
movement is nowhere.

but
when i open my eyes,
it’s rather clear:
i’m not lifting you upwards,
you’re dragging me downwards.