orbit

i would like to use the metaphor of being in orbit to describe my life, and as swell as it sounds, it just doesn't fit. flying above it all, soaring through an effortless ellipse, floating on the rounded corners of a supportive atmosphere. i'd be up there, rising and setting, arcing across the highest point in the sky, and ultimately resting with the only intrinsic truth of orbit for a human - loneliness. So, for now, i just look up.