above, it all looks so insignificant,
high above the black clouds.
I would like to stay there,
hear the rush of the engine and not worry about you.
about the insignificance that you play in my life.
about how my thoughts direct towards you and only you,
bubbling to the brim where they want to push out every positive or motivating thought that has any sense of individuality left.
I want to gag the thought of you out of my brain;
However;
The only way I know how to do that is:
to gag myself.
above, it all looks so insignificant,
too bad you mean everything.