planted on the edge of a high cliff, deep within a forest with no name, we inhaled. we inhaled more deeply than we ever had before- the aromas of wilderness licked at our senses, reeling us in further, testing the limits of our exhuasted bodies. just when our lungs felt close to explosion, they took to an elastic form, expanding infinitely as we continued to tug at the atmosphere, our gaping nostrils begging for something (anything) other than air. caressing each others finger tips, tracing the contours  of our palms, the electricity of life circulated between us. the gaseous spheres enclosed in our otherwise hollowed chests kept on stretching until gravity faltered and the ground was slipped from underneath our limbs, the universe fishing for our souls from some lonely rowboat above us. beneath our breastplates, accompanied by our nylon lungs, was excited anticipation and childish fear. we held each other tighter as we flew higher, leaving our insecurities of an obligated life behind.