I am flying.

I feel free as if I am on a bicycle in the highest gears more than the number of my birth years.  It’s as though my cogs and chains in my brain decided to change lanes, one without fear. My hair is falling into my face especially into my eyes I can’t see a thing but that’s my saving grace in disguise.
 
I love the wind it doesn’t care, and for once I am actually smiling not for any specific reason going full pelt downhill.I was not being handed a diamond ring or  given a tax-free cash sum that is higher than the cost of living.. l just took my foot off the breaks and for that moment I see everything I swear I am flying. I see the sky as a pocket of blue, azure laughter nipping in between a congregation of candy white clouds as if was the change dancing nimbly in celebration.
 
I shout upwards with words please wait for me. I am that high I honestly think the air I inhale now is helium and I will elope in a burst of hope way past the clouds with a high five and end up in conversation with the moon. It says hello you I have been waiting on your arrival. All it took was you to just let go and not wonder or worry or ask why. How do you do the things you do to yourself in life and think you are thriving.