Higher and higher the plane went and it looked like if it would roll over and drop out of the skies. The pilot was a professional and he had everything under control. In the end it was a very good display at the 5th air show that is held every year in our country to celebrate the aviation industry.
and higher, like climbing a mountain, or a ladder or a hot air balloon in the sky, or your career, you get higher and higher and similarly your wages get higher and higher! it’s also a common shout from children on swings to be pushed higher each time :-)
“Girl we couldn’t get much higher…”. That lyric kept playing in my head. Playing in my head until it was the only thing that made sense anymore. I would comb my hair and repeat the lyrics to myself until I forgot what I was doing. I hate the doors, but that lyric sticks with me.
He inhaled deeply feeling the smoke fill his lungs, causing a pleasuring burn.
Exhale. French Inhale. Feeling higher and higher with each breathe.
Til I’m lost in the smoke and haze.
I love these winter days.
Higher education, higher learning-why does it have to be so damn high? It feels unattainable to me, something that my brain will never allow me to achieve. I just want to know I’m safe in my job, in my future, but can you ever be??
Higher education. To study or not to study. Most of her twenties was spent feeling inadequate because everyone else around her had a degree. Meeting new people was daunting. The question was inevitably asked, “so where did you go to university?”. Ahh, I didn’t. Now the opportunity has presented itself, but she doesn’t know if she would be doing it for the right reasons. 4 years of hell, just to get a piece of paper?
When I think of higher I think of higher education and what a load of bullshit it is. I mean if I really wanted to pay someone $20,000 just so I can read a book, I’d hope It’d at least be made of gold.
The higher she climbed, the smaller the staircase seemed. The red balloon she was trying to chase floated up what seemed to be a harmless little staircase at first. However, it began to get interesting when it took her to places she never thought she could reach. Like that tree Mrs. Perkin’s can gets stuck in every week. Or the dusty chimney that
Higher
Waiting for someone else to lift you higher is like asking someone else to breath for you.
You are the master of your own destiny.
You have the tools to clime higher, so do it.
Stop asking someone when their going climbing and just conquer the damn rock yourself
Stop doubting your ability to be present in this moment and grab a hold of what you want in this lifetime
Start doing what you want and the rest will follow
Your perspective changes when action becomes your mantra
After all, inaction is the enemy of progress
We get higher when we want to get happier. They get higher when they want to forget about being lower. When they want to forget what it feels like to not be high. When they forget how to be higher, they get higher. And the cycle continues. They keep getting higher but what happens when the high can’t go any higher. Lower.
The higher I climbed the higher I felt. There’s nothing like being up high. Some times it’s stifling being on the ground among all the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Climbing makes me feel free. It’s one step away from flying.
I want to go higher than I’ve even know, I would like to fly in the clouds forever. Higher and higher until I can’t touch the ground and any earthly concern that I have is gone. Maybe I will fly so high that I will get to heaven and look down and wonder what the whole fuss with life was about anyway. I hope to dream higher thoughts and love
Get higher. Be higher. Look higher. Feel higher. Get higher. Be higher. Look higher. Feel higher.
It’s like when you say a word so many times you’re not even sure it’s still a real word. Like maybe you just saying it so many times would erase it from existence.
I strived higher and higher to be the best, but no matter what I did I could never reach those balloons as they soared into the sky above me. I wanted to go as high as they flied, with ease, with no worries at all, just the sense of freedom.
My expectations grow higher… is that even an expression? Whatever. It’s too real for me. I seem to be lost in my mind, in my dreams. Wondering… and I’m still afraid of becoming who I really long to be.
What is the purpose of experiencing life without trying to reach the stars? I want to fly higher than I ever imagined possible, and shatter the boundaries of my mental perception of reality!
Both us were feeling bad. I rubbed my hand nervously.
“So… It’s OK? you’re not mad?” I smile. Forgiveness comes naturally. I have never been good at holding a grudge. Of course, I say, taking my hand and petting it slightly condescendingly, and comfortingly at the same time. I smile at my own attempt to calm myself, and smile back.
I took me higher and higher and higer,. Floating on an endless sea of blue, light as a feather, light as a cloud. I am a cloud. I can see birds. They pass by me, brushing my sides with their wingtips, It tickles, and I laugh, a deep throaty rumble, and I change colour. startled, I change back to white.
higher than ive ever felt
is when i have fallen
when the world has sunken from my feet
at that moment
i do more than just float
i fly
i go higher
and higher
and
higher
he said he should aim higher to get to me and reach me. i wonder if he could do that without losing himself. i hope he comes back, more refreshed and empowered than ever. i hope he comes back.
I wanted to reach my high, smoke puffed around the corners of my mouth and formed into a Cheshire grin, this was my only escape, I couldn’t find a safe haven in this alley, or in this town, I kept looking for comfort in the dark, not noticing the person holding the candle above my head, echoing “come with me” I just sat, and smoked till I was higher to my forgotten purpose. I was another skeleton that had no life.
higher than a plane higher than a akite higher than the clouds in the sky
higher than high higher than him high enough to thouch the moon past the stars past the sun past the unierse in to the great unknown
Getting higher
Falling farther
Buried deeper
Staining your fingertips with memories of me
Alive in your soul and dead beneath your feet
Higher above you than ever before
You fall to your knees and can no longer breathe
I closed my eyes and grasped onto the arm rests at my sides. This was my favourite and my least favourite part of flying, all at the same time. I could feel my jaw clenching and my eyes squeezed tight. I felt my stomach lurch as the sound of the engines rang in my ears.
The tree tops glistened with the newly fallen snow. I almost couldn’t contain myself as I flung my warmly dressed self from the car and directly into the nearest snow drift. I emerged from the mound of snow laughing excitedly as my sister ran to join me. Our laughter echoed through the valley as we had the time of our childhoods, playing as children do, in just another lovely snow pile off the side of the road…
He glanced downward at the sharp peaks beneath him
“I can’t go back now,” he muttered in the frigid air. “I have to go higher.”
The air stung his face as his hands clung to the sides of the cliff. His pack weighed down his shoulders, pulling him toward the abyss.
HIgher. To go higher he thought as he drove himself further up that mountain, further up that winding road of gravel and sweat and tears. Each Nike clad shoe pounded rocks into gravel and gravel into dust. It felt as if his lungs burnt on fire and gasoline, his blood seeped to his skin. To push himself, to go higher. High altitude training was a vital element of his improvement.
Higher. Higher than your highest aspirations. Jumping; bursting forth through life’s challenges; a door opens as your heart inflates. When you jump, you know you cannot fall. Swimming through paradise, you are strong. Invincible. Untouchable. The only way out is up.
Cue the turning of the tables, attacking your vital organs leaving your body unstable. Blow by blow and bit by bit you come crumbling to the ground it’s the sound of pure symphonies to hear the weak spots in your knees and the delayed, sorry it’s to late epiphany’s. Toppling, dropping, shattering against the floor. The higher you climb the less you have to fall for.
Higher and higher the plane went and it looked like if it would roll over and drop out of the skies. The pilot was a professional and he had everything under control. In the end it was a very good display at the 5th air show that is held every year in our country to celebrate the aviation industry.
and higher, like climbing a mountain, or a ladder or a hot air balloon in the sky, or your career, you get higher and higher and similarly your wages get higher and higher! it’s also a common shout from children on swings to be pushed higher each time :-)
I want to go higher. I slog on an incline, tired, footsore, and reach for the bright shining glacier above.
i want to be higher than i am currently… in all ways, principles wise, brains , beauty, wealth, energy and love.
“Girl we couldn’t get much higher…”. That lyric kept playing in my head. Playing in my head until it was the only thing that made sense anymore. I would comb my hair and repeat the lyrics to myself until I forgot what I was doing. I hate the doors, but that lyric sticks with me.
“Higher daddy, higher!”
Her father happily obliged.
During her first trans-atlantic flight, her faced was pressed against the window with a wordless smile, holding his hand in amazement.
As the shuttle blasted off, both these memories were brought to mind. “Thanks, dad”
those dreams make you reflect. disgusted discuss reject.
thinking of thoughts and, oh well, never-mind.
your mind can take you higher, hi five hi fi.
it wasn’t that long ago.
you can still play pretend.
you can still try.
it never ends.
Let’s go for it. No limits. No Hesitation. Everything, all the time. I can take you higher.
I wish I could find a higher sense of being… I’am not religious nor do I have any interest to be, although I find the idea very romantic.
He inhaled deeply feeling the smoke fill his lungs, causing a pleasuring burn.
Exhale. French Inhale. Feeling higher and higher with each breathe.
Til I’m lost in the smoke and haze.
I love these winter days.
Higher education, higher learning-why does it have to be so damn high? It feels unattainable to me, something that my brain will never allow me to achieve. I just want to know I’m safe in my job, in my future, but can you ever be??
senoritas moving past. i’m thinking this margarita should be my last. it’s a dark room.
she laughed at all my stupid jokes. on those words i choked. in this dark room.
one day i’ll be higher than yesterday. but tomorrow i’ll remember it like it was: nothing more than memories.
Higher education. To study or not to study. Most of her twenties was spent feeling inadequate because everyone else around her had a degree. Meeting new people was daunting. The question was inevitably asked, “so where did you go to university?”. Ahh, I didn’t. Now the opportunity has presented itself, but she doesn’t know if she would be doing it for the right reasons. 4 years of hell, just to get a piece of paper?
When I think of higher I think of higher education and what a load of bullshit it is. I mean if I really wanted to pay someone $20,000 just so I can read a book, I’d hope It’d at least be made of gold.
The higher she climbed, the smaller the staircase seemed. The red balloon she was trying to chase floated up what seemed to be a harmless little staircase at first. However, it began to get interesting when it took her to places she never thought she could reach. Like that tree Mrs. Perkin’s can gets stuck in every week. Or the dusty chimney that
Climbing
Laughing
We scale the clouds
Trailing the bluebirds
As we break for open sky
mountain
growth
achievement
betterment
improvement
highest
continuous
forever
strive
wish
admire
inspire
Higher
Waiting for someone else to lift you higher is like asking someone else to breath for you.
You are the master of your own destiny.
You have the tools to clime higher, so do it.
Stop asking someone when their going climbing and just conquer the damn rock yourself
Stop doubting your ability to be present in this moment and grab a hold of what you want in this lifetime
Start doing what you want and the rest will follow
Your perspective changes when action becomes your mantra
After all, inaction is the enemy of progress
We get higher when we want to get happier. They get higher when they want to forget about being lower. When they want to forget what it feels like to not be high. When they forget how to be higher, they get higher. And the cycle continues. They keep getting higher but what happens when the high can’t go any higher. Lower.
The higher I climbed the higher I felt. There’s nothing like being up high. Some times it’s stifling being on the ground among all the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Climbing makes me feel free. It’s one step away from flying.
I want to go higher than I’ve even know, I would like to fly in the clouds forever. Higher and higher until I can’t touch the ground and any earthly concern that I have is gone. Maybe I will fly so high that I will get to heaven and look down and wonder what the whole fuss with life was about anyway. I hope to dream higher thoughts and love
Get higher. Be higher. Look higher. Feel higher. Get higher. Be higher. Look higher. Feel higher.
It’s like when you say a word so many times you’re not even sure it’s still a real word. Like maybe you just saying it so many times would erase it from existence.
I strived higher and higher to be the best, but no matter what I did I could never reach those balloons as they soared into the sky above me. I wanted to go as high as they flied, with ease, with no worries at all, just the sense of freedom.
My expectations grow higher… is that even an expression? Whatever. It’s too real for me. I seem to be lost in my mind, in my dreams. Wondering… and I’m still afraid of becoming who I really long to be.
What is the purpose of experiencing life without trying to reach the stars? I want to fly higher than I ever imagined possible, and shatter the boundaries of my mental perception of reality!
Both us were feeling bad. I rubbed my hand nervously.
“So… It’s OK? you’re not mad?” I smile. Forgiveness comes naturally. I have never been good at holding a grudge. Of course, I say, taking my hand and petting it slightly condescendingly, and comfortingly at the same time. I smile at my own attempt to calm myself, and smile back.
I took me higher and higher and higer,. Floating on an endless sea of blue, light as a feather, light as a cloud. I am a cloud. I can see birds. They pass by me, brushing my sides with their wingtips, It tickles, and I laugh, a deep throaty rumble, and I change colour. startled, I change back to white.
higher than ive ever felt
is when i have fallen
when the world has sunken from my feet
at that moment
i do more than just float
i fly
i go higher
and higher
and
higher
he said he should aim higher to get to me and reach me. i wonder if he could do that without losing himself. i hope he comes back, more refreshed and empowered than ever. i hope he comes back.
I wanted to reach my high, smoke puffed around the corners of my mouth and formed into a Cheshire grin, this was my only escape, I couldn’t find a safe haven in this alley, or in this town, I kept looking for comfort in the dark, not noticing the person holding the candle above my head, echoing “come with me” I just sat, and smoked till I was higher to my forgotten purpose. I was another skeleton that had no life.
higher than a plane higher than a akite higher than the clouds in the sky
higher than high higher than him high enough to thouch the moon past the stars past the sun past the unierse in to the great unknown
Getting higher
Falling farther
Buried deeper
Staining your fingertips with memories of me
Alive in your soul and dead beneath your feet
Higher above you than ever before
You fall to your knees and can no longer breathe
It’s dark now, too dark to see. This is a problem. I’m heading higher and higher and can see less and less–I’d always heard the opposite.
inhale, exhale. relax and move with the words as the emcee goes. green and up. on to the stage. nyny. defend the farm. don’t spread out.
I closed my eyes and grasped onto the arm rests at my sides. This was my favourite and my least favourite part of flying, all at the same time. I could feel my jaw clenching and my eyes squeezed tight. I felt my stomach lurch as the sound of the engines rang in my ears.
The tree tops glistened with the newly fallen snow. I almost couldn’t contain myself as I flung my warmly dressed self from the car and directly into the nearest snow drift. I emerged from the mound of snow laughing excitedly as my sister ran to join me. Our laughter echoed through the valley as we had the time of our childhoods, playing as children do, in just another lovely snow pile off the side of the road…
He glanced downward at the sharp peaks beneath him
“I can’t go back now,” he muttered in the frigid air. “I have to go higher.”
The air stung his face as his hands clung to the sides of the cliff. His pack weighed down his shoulders, pulling him toward the abyss.
HIgher. To go higher he thought as he drove himself further up that mountain, further up that winding road of gravel and sweat and tears. Each Nike clad shoe pounded rocks into gravel and gravel into dust. It felt as if his lungs burnt on fire and gasoline, his blood seeped to his skin. To push himself, to go higher. High altitude training was a vital element of his improvement.
Higher. Higher than your highest aspirations. Jumping; bursting forth through life’s challenges; a door opens as your heart inflates. When you jump, you know you cannot fall. Swimming through paradise, you are strong. Invincible. Untouchable. The only way out is up.
Cue the turning of the tables, attacking your vital organs leaving your body unstable. Blow by blow and bit by bit you come crumbling to the ground it’s the sound of pure symphonies to hear the weak spots in your knees and the delayed, sorry it’s to late epiphany’s. Toppling, dropping, shattering against the floor. The higher you climb the less you have to fall for.