laying in the dark over three empty seats
high up in thin air now
in the dark with a couple of warm lights flickering from the aeroplane ceiling
just enough light to see a father and daughter seated across from me
enough light to see how simple happiness is when you're with the people who love you
how love can be found everywhere
it is something that is not meant to be searched for
but that is gifted
in return for all the good given by you
I fly in the endless sky,
You have an aquatic life
You resemble a colorful fish
You cannot be taken out,
I can't live under water
You are not for cuddling,
But my hands try to catch
I want to show you horizons,
Making you be out of breath
So, you have to slip away
I approve odd theories,
Nature is also on my side
I wish I saw you one day
Soaring along the waters
Like rare flying fish
My willingly chosen life
Turns all dreams into facts
But the day I forget you,
Logically is undefined
Like division by zero
Wind . . . blowing up baggy sleeves of my cardigan of ivory
Sky . . . grey and cloudy . . . perfect weather for me
Earth . . . I can see it right beneath me but nobody can see me
Fire . . . hottest of its kind within me can no longer hurt me
I am at peace
One would ask what I am doing.
I would answer . . . I'm going to Heaven, human.
One would ask how I can go.
I would answer . . . there are many ways but I'm just gonna let gravity catch me one last time.
. . . because it can't get me again anymore after this
Only one step forward . . . and I can feel it
The gasp, the heart drop . . . Yessss
Flying downward and . . .upside down
I am . . . weightless
It's everything that I've ever imagined
Hear humans screaming down there
Don't you dare ruin my trip
My eyes sparkled with surprise
Is that . . . the Large world? . . . My Large world?
Pure and bright . . .
I can see it . . . I'm getting close to it . . .
Close my eyes . . .
I love looking at highways from aeroplanes,
They snake across the blotchy, flat earth
And slither into the endless blue haze,
I wonder what they find there,
Is it love or death?
Or old friends?
Perhaps, their happiness
Is in the curly-q designs
They scrawl like ancient script
I trace it,
Running my fingers over three-pane glass,
Until they disappear
And the clouds look like fingers and hands,
Reaching out to touch me,
Expanding with every breath I take,
Calling me down to the river,
Calling me down to the trees
But my happiness is in the single, breathless moment of take-off,
The moment I feel my heart lurch,
And bang into the something inside me pushing me forward,
Into the illusory blue
I spread my wings
Looking left before turning the other way
This time I can make it
Jumping from the spot I perch on
Soaring across the ranges
Watching my shadow fly over the fields
Almost made it
Looking left and sighing
Once again I didn't make it
One last glance is thrown at the place I yearn for
My wings failing me as I plummet to the ground
My eyes opening only to see the familiar scenery of my room
One more failed attempt to get what I want
The voices in my head are heightening.
Streetlights passing by
As my hair flows through the wind.
My eyes are tiring.
They're ready to close up for the night.
My heart, however, keeps pumping.
Pump, pump, pumping.
I can barely hear the alarms ring.
It keeps my eyelids from tiring.
Spin, spin, spinning slowly now.
The world pumps its brakes,
And I go flying.