Flying

I would spread my arms as wide as I can and make a senseless whirring sound, Bend my body when making turn and playfully, I run around. It feels as though I am up there, above the headwinds, across the sky! I feel the cold air as it brushed on my face, and witness the sea of clouds as they passed by. I dreamed to be an air-rider and yearned to reach the zenith someday, Be a captain that travels by silver wings and explore uncharted lands so far-away. And I guess I made it come true as I have lifted my soul up in the air… Me, myself, but without my silver wings— a captain and a ship, going nowhere.

- Jaya E. Elizarde