the hum of engines grows louder and louder like a swarm of bees in an angry hive
dotted lines **** past
tilting backward
aiming for the sun
-Ascent
white shelf stretches beneath
light streaming like a flashlight in a bright room.
“Would you like something to drink?”
-Flight
stars above, clouds beneath
a world of ant-like people beyond
a blur. Lights flash to reveal flurrying droplets
the glow of city lights illuminates civilization
a bump. A rush of wind.
-Descent
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
the hum of engines grows louder and louder like a swarm of bees in an angry hive
dotted lines **** past
tilting backward
aiming for the sun
-Ascent
white shelf stretches beneath
light streaming like a flashlight in a bright room.
“Would you like something to drink?”
-Flight
stars above, clouds beneath
a world of ant-like people beyond
a blur. Lights flash to reveal flurrying droplets
the glow of city lights illuminates civilization
a bump. A rush of wind.
-Descent
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