Is there anyone else out there who wouldn't mind
falling from the night sky,
onto those pretty lights below?
The pilot just happens to fall asleep.
It's completely out of your control.
A quick and
unavoidable
separation of body and soul.
I'd love to fall from the night sky onto the
pretty lights below.
I wrote this poem in an airplane at about two in the morning.
An excerpt from my Wattpad poetry book, Wanderlust. Read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/110035274-wanderlust-poetry