Somewhere, far far off In an airport waiting area,
huddled between salted chocolate and overpriced keychains.... Stands a girl.
A beautiful, smiling girl.
This girl bought a ticket to leave this town.
This town in the middle of nowhere, going nowhere, so she could be somewhere.
She wants to be a star, remembered for her singing.
The people who fill the other spaces
Of the rest area
around where she stands
Are lost.
Lost in what they know. Lost in what they care about because they grew up being told this is all there is for them.
These lost people swarm around her like bees, except less like bees and more like flowers.
Stuck,
With the life getting ****** from you daily till you die and return to the Earth.
So this girl stands between the chocolates and chains,
Beneath the dome of an airport,
In a place in the middle of nowhere-
Going nowhere,
Swarmed by people-weeds.
And she takes a photo.
And begins her note.
As she boards, she fosters anxiety.
Her plane is not the plane she wants to be on.
See, this girl is lost in a new way.
Sometime before the flower-people, the town going nowhere, and the keychains and chocolate,
This girl who stood found herself.
She found that she was dying inside.
Rotting from the core, like so many diseases.
So she climbed the staircase, buckled her seatbelt, wrote her letter to the world.
Then she went into the bathroom,
This girl who once stood.
And collapsed.
The life energy she once held, gone.
She sliced and sliced and sliced till she
Ascended.
This girl, on a higher plane of reality, standing between the lays chips and novelty mugs in the empty airport climbed aboard that ******* flight and understood that there was no escaping the water.
It was up to her neck, choking her, pulling her under until she could not
see tomorrow.
She saw an escape.
38,000 ft in the air,
She let her heavy, hurting soul be freed.
This girl.
Who smiled.
Standing between the novelty items.
Surrounded by people who didn't understand.
Climbed a flight.
And fell asleep in the bathroom.
Dreaming about death at 38,000 ft.
She is hurting while standing next to the magazines and she is hurting walking to the library every sunday at 6.
And she is ******* dying inside standing there and smiling and asking you why you are so sad.
This girl.
Somewhere far far away.
On another, higher plane.