2. sending the hurt to the heavens.
Furillen a place I love where I feel safe to be a child again while I fly my kites.
“A kite is a victim you are sure of.
You love it because it pulls
gentle enough to call you master,
strong enough to call you fool;
because it lives like a desperate trained falcon in the high sweet air,
and you can always haul it down to tame it in your drawer.
A kite is a fish you have already caught in a pool where no fish come,
so you play him carefully and long,
and hope he won't give up,
or the wind die down.
A kite is the last poem you've written
so you give it to the wind,
but you don't let it go
until someone finds you
something else to do.”
― Leonard Cohen, The Spice Box of Earth