Who says humans cant fly?

I hate to see things fall.

A small boy takes a trip and gets more than he bargains for.

Skydiving is dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.

The poem is homage to those who were killed in a plane crash.

To get new stuff.

A poem about a girl’s most important thing in her life.

You hang there, In remembrance of the pain you had.

Speculating about technology and the convenience of living life tomorrow, today.

This is the second chapter to my novel “The City With No Name”…