It’s that head rush sensation that sweeps through your body when you rise too fast. My fingertips tingle, and I can taste your memories like salt. Happiness and sorrow are the same after all this time, it’s just glorious to feel something.
Here, friend, let us stand together, maybe I need someone to hold me up when I’m no longer down. Or just hold me down, so I don’t float away. I feel like balloons, dotting the wind with their happiness, never a concern for when the string might get caught.