It went away like a discharged helium balloon. All there was to do was stare with hopeless eyes from the second my hand opened to let it go.
It has to go,
I said to myself.
I want to; I have to,
I further dissembled.
Everything was easy on pre-flight. The words of pretense were seem strongly encouraging. I never knew until that very moment my hand opened to let go what I was about to lose, what was never coming back.
However, the realization was not too late. I could hold on to it how much I wanted but the silent words I kept hearing were so loud, I cannot ignore. It used no mouth but I knew how to use my senses the right way. And I knew. I knew it has to see other places. It was never meant to be kept even I wanted to. It already made a choice that it cannot be held back from.
It has to go.
It wanted to.
It has to.
And I have to.
So I let it go and it went away like a discharged helium balloon, leaving me staring with hopeless eyes from the second it took flight.
