Day three 02-18-11

Today's promt for fiction is this: Take the first line of your favorite song and write a story using it as the first line.
Right now I'm really loving Love The Way You Lie by Eminem. It's not technically the first line of the song, but I'm going with the line "As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight" It's an intersting line.

As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight. As long as this still works I can't care who it hurts. There's always that part that cares I guess but it's so easily over taken by the way you touch my face. I never imagined I'd be so caught up. It's like a tornado, and I start to think I'm crazy then you call my phone and it all starts to make sense. The lines between real and fake begin to blur, the lines between wrong and right so tangled. How can loving you so much be wrong? How can hurting her be so right? Then we fight and it's like the clouds clear. We've both thrown away the world for something so trite. How did this happen? Where am I? Who am I? I guess I don't know anymore. Maybe it's time I try to figure that out. Because in the end all I've got is me. And all she's got is you.

I use to hang out on the roof. A lot. The roof of my house, the roof my shed, the roof of  the play equitment at school. I don't know what it is about being up that high but it's like the world looks new. Everything makes more sense from a distance. I use to be able to see for miles and miles from the top of my house. Out into fields, over the grain bins, up the hill leading out of town and to the graveyard where Katie is. I use to go to my roof to write and to read. It was like being up that high, away from everything, made it easier to imagine that the worlds I was reading about were true. Sure, there could be aliens on the Earth, I mean, look how different everything looks from here. I miss the days when a simple get away like that could refresh away the day. I miss the days when I could still climb trees. When as the last time you climbed a tree? When do we stop thinking it's normal to clime a tree each day? When did I grow up?