sometimes we are light, lighter than the air and all of the motes in it, lighter than all of the shadows that fill this space, than the reflection of the sliver of the moon on the unlit side of it, than venus. sometimes we are weighted less than anyone else, than a fingertip or a moment, than a thought or a sound or an explosion. sometimes we are resting on cats' feet, jumping over things and down streets that we might have seen before or never, that are new nonetheless, that are frantic. sometimes we are so excited, breathing in and breathing out, faces close to faces. and sometimes, lying down, looking back and upwards, sometimes i think that i am falling and flying, all at the same time.