The Flight

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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.

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