The gentle hum of the airplane passing by
Is loud at the beginning
But then it gets so faint that I have to strain myself to hear it.
It's there for a while and then it gets fainter and fainter,
Until it just disappears.

And when I look up at the sky,
It just looks perfectly normal and clear with no trace of the airplane
Like the airplane never flew through it,
Like it never existed,
Like the gentle hum was all just an illusion.

And that faded away plane reminds me of you,
How the sound was gentle and loud in the beginning,
Like our conversation when we first started talking,
And then it was gentle and started to fade away,
Getting fainter and fainter with every passing moment,
Exactly how you slipped away from me.

Until there was nothing left except memories.
And then I start to question whether they even existed, and
Did we really used to talk or did I just dream about that?

And now the memories are like the airplane.
Gentle and loud,
And then they get fainter,
Harder to remember,
Slipping away slowly,
Until there's nothing left.
And then you just remember the airplane vaguely but any other memories of it have faded away into nothing.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
Because good people can grow from it.

-Joseph B Schneider

I hold on to the pen
Holding it Gently like I'm holding a woman,
I write softly*
As if I was using my fingers to massage
Her soft delicate skin,*
The words kiss the page,
Like I was kissing her lips over and over again,
Sentences take time, imagination leaks,
Her body is my canvas, fingers my ink,
The page and woman are one,
Caressed,
Loved,
Touched,
**Each the same but different to the touch.

I was on cloud 9 floating high
But in my excitement "I slipped" & fell
Clouds are funny that way up so high,
I hit cloud 8
Not as soft as nine, felt like feathers
The quills stabbed me, as I fell further this time
I hit cloud 7
With a thud, it was a mattress cloud
But no springs to soften the fall,
I hit cloud 6
I hit cloud 5
I was going faster,
Each cloud more painful than the last,
I hit cloud 4
It was soft, till I rested my head
A cactus pillow its spines sticking out of my head,
I screamed rolled off the cloud,
I fell once more,
Picking needles from my skull
Each more painful than the one before,
I hit Cloud 3
I fell right through, no pain that I could feel
But then the truth, white vinegar mist,
It cut in to the holes left from above
Stinging,
Burning,
Flesh,
Then I was clear, I knew what was coming next.
I was gaining speed as I fell
Cloud 2,
Was coming up fast,
Shining off the light of the sun
A hundred rainbows  burst free
Blues,
Yellows,
Greens,
But where was the reds??
This cant be that bad
"I thought to my self"
But as I hit powdered glass shredding my flesh,
Colours I saw as well as blood,
The glass,
A prism reflecting light,
Rainbows born so many colours
Then my blood soaked on glass
Out shone the blood red,
The rainbows now so beautiful
As the glass shredded my flesh,
"I opened my eye"
The other soaked in red,
The floor I could see coming up fast
I awoke, bruised and cut,
I lay on the floor,
What a fall from Cloud 9
So far I had fallen, from up high
To the cold unforgiving floor below.