Falling in love

About this work

Falling in Love The air hits my face with force, but I feel no cold. Everything is vertigo and speed, a mix of euphoria and fear swirling in my chest. There is no turning back, only the roar of the wind and the uncertainty of what will come next. My hands grip the straps with a blend of instinct and hope. Muscles tense, breath ragged, and yet, something inside me laughs, screams, lets go. The sky expands in all directions, blue and infinite. I see myself reflected in its bright hues, in the distorted reflection of a world I have yet to touch, but which is approaching quickly. Will it be a flight or a fall? I don’t know. But I am already in the air, and that changes everything.