Дидюля

some day i will do the journey on an air-balloon, some day i will enjoy the bird view ... i am closing my eyes... i am soaring...i am rising above... above the ground u might think??? no, i am rising above thoughts...wind is hitting my face...playing with my hair...a strand of hair tend to blind my eyes...but it is lucky just for a moment... the moment i close my eyes ... i make a deep breath... and catch the only thought in my head the thought that reverberates in my pulse the thought of feeling high...i'm high...