innocence the ticket’s too big to fit in my palm the bag’s too heavy to trail behind giants carried briefcases glued to their hands and mourners took flight to the end of the world
my father’s gait was too fast to keep up to for the short length of my legs nina the yellow sheep bobbed happily along as did the pig tails attached to my head with bows
despite the noise, the crowds, the lines excitement fueled the erratic behavior of the butterflies currently residing in my stomach behind the 101 dalmatians t-shirt that dressed me
i never thought the airport would become a second home the planes that flew over head while i looked at the sky from my backyard would become not just a mode of transportation
even if the thought appeared in my head the young naive girl that i once was would be pleased with the statement and rather excited as always she would board 1000 planes and still wouldn’t have minded
experience** the ticket is just an other piece of paper and the bags were tattered with experience the men with gray faces traveled with their gravestones and the loved ones were still at the end of the world
my stranger’s gait was still too fast but this time his urgency didn’t appeal there was no stuffed animal to take away the dreams just the headphones that contained the remedy
noisy crowds were just an other member of the family they didn’t mind that the butterflies were now dormant or dead or maybe they left when i had to throw away my 101 dalmatians t-shirt
the 7 houses i previously occupied had all burned down the airport was the only one still standing it changed its face many times but held the same feeling an airplane is a calm palace in the sky
sometimes i miss the girl that thought these houses were exciting sometimes i miss the sweet naivety of her father’s ways sometimes i miss the blank passport of the unknown but then again 1000 planes later i don’t mind