Flying High

Heartstring Eulogies

“When you look at me,
I’m not just weak in the knees.
I feel like I’m flying.”

When you look at me, I’m not just weak in the knees. I feel like I’m flying while at the same time, stuck in a free fall off your making. And the longer your gaze meets mine, the ground seems to disappear beneath me. It’s a foreign feeling, flying when our eyes meet, and yet, simultaneously, something I crave to experience again and again. The best part is knowing that look is reserved for me and me alone. It gives me comfort in times of sudden exhilaration that become peppered with frantic thoughts of bitter ends. At least then, I know those little tarnishes are merely temporary.

© Sarah Doughty

They are always temporary.
The true depth is always there, and it will outlast everything else.

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