riding in airplanes
the way everything is so small
because usually
I am the smallest thing
not just physically
but everything in my life
seems to stand above me
and for once
I'm higher than the clouds
and everything
just doesn't matter
everything
is just matter
just its simplest form
it's simplest idea
and I'm an angel in the sky
brushing the dust from the stars and the clouds and the planets off my wings

while eating some peanuts