Swings

Maybe it was because I was a selfish little brat who never wanted to share anything and always wanted infinte things. Maybe it was because of the fact that since I remember, I loved to be out of this world. Maybe it was because it fulfilled my will for power.
But, I always loved swings. Only swings.
Slides were too fast and the seesaw required a plus one. But swings.
Oh.
They were the only thing in parks that my childish self approved of. If there were no free ones, I'd get furious and stick my tongue out to the innocent kids who were on them. And, even though all swingsets have two places, I always preferred the other one being free while I was on them.
Like I do now, back then I also admired things which made me feel, the most. Whenever I got on, I knew this must be how aeroplanes feel the moment before they take off. At the beginning I needed my mom to push me a little, never as much as I asked for. But, once I remained by myself, my adventure begun.
I would always, always close my eyes shut. Vivid pictures of galaxies, stars and infinte times would be placed in front of my eyes, waiting for me to reach them. When gained full speed and power, I'd slowly open my eyes. I was so, so high. Physically. And if I knew back then, I'd say it's psychologically too. My tiny feet, up in the air, with tiptoes brushing the bright or dark sky.
Every moment of it, I was terrified of falling down. Chains snapping. My balance disappearing. Something going wrong and destroying my life.
Absolutely terrified.
But oh...
It felt like flying. Like being free. Having no one to stop you from being who you truly are. An infinity. Like that quote and scene when "In that moment, I swear we were infinite."
And no matter how much the possibility of falling grew, quite equivalently with the heights, I never cut my wings down and landed because of it.
Maybe I don't still have the same courage, my little helicopters never stop encouraging my most unbelievable and uleaveable ambitions. Hold the dearest sunsets of mine. Lost chances and forbidden conversations. Looks and secrets. Pointless arguments about abstract, non-argumentable phenomenoms and artworks. Inevitable disappointments and loves of my life.
Never letting me down, nor to fall down, providing a one way ticket to the world of devastatingly beautiful feelings.
Making me feel like a person.