I am flying on the flight of his wings, into the sky going wherever the wind takes us. We fly wing by wing looking at the face of each other to see who will finish the race.
Thinking of what it would be like to reach the end of the free flight.
Oh the wonders that awaits us in the land of hope and the free flightier. I fly thinking how much I’m in love with him knowing how nervous my heart is.
I wonder does he feel the same way about me but as he looks at me and smile all the doubt just drift away.I am lucky to be in the deep blue sky with my beloved, flying with him fills that empty void that I have inside of me. I love flying into the midst of the free flightier.
Categories:
flightier, joy, love,
Form: Narrative