She did it.

My heart pounded in my ears, deafeningly so. I _defended_ her. I defended her to _millions_, on national television. I clutched my chest, heaving, struggling to force oxygen down my throat. I felt my lungs squeeze in a tight knot, my vision blurring.

“She isn’t guilty. I know her. I _know _her. No one knows her like I do.” I remember the sincerity in my words, the pain and angst behind...

I am high above the city

I am free and blissfully so

I am high above the city

The birds sing as the wind blows

I am high above the city

The sky oh so blue

I am high above the city

But ah, who knew?

Who knew the freedom of the sky,

Would start with a goodbye?

Would end with me falling,

Falling, calling

Out to anyone who would listen

Being high above the city,

The lights and sound drowned out

Isn’t ...