I just wanted to feel what flying felt like,
to feel that swooping sensation throughout my body.
I wanted to let go of my grip,
just once and let live inside of me what’s surely died.
The clouds are just a clever disguise, sweeping through them would be a breeze, drifting over mountains, rivers and canyons.
At ease, underneath a star lit western sky, heading farther beyond where human eyes could see.
I wanted to know that unimaginable temptation, the freedom of not being weighted down by gravity.
The air being light and soft on my skin as I let loose and dive into the open sky.
I observe the birds from on the ground and bellow.
“It’s just not fair,” I cry.
The couple on the park bench look at me convincingly concerned.
I rub my bruising elbows and knees and start to stand before them.
“I just wanted to feel what flying felt like,” I say to them and start to walk the other way.




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