I don't know how many plane rides I've been on. It's been a lot. I've been on planes my whole life, and I flew by myself for the first time when I was 9 years old. So, being on a plane, and 30,000 feet in the air, certainly isn't anything new to me. Still, everytime I'm on a plane I try to take a window seat and spend the rare minutes between my little naps obsessively snapping pictures of the sun, sky, and earth.

There is a beauty about being on the edge of something.
Off the ground.
In the sky.
Scratching the beyond.

It's only by taking a step back that allows us to see a clearer picture. What I see from a plane is far from the complete image, but it's a reminder that our planet is big and beautiful. It has so many peaks and valleys that no person could ever possibly cover them all.

This scale may spark fears of our own significance, or wonder at it's grandeur.
To me, it says:

"Look at me.
Look at my grandeur, my grace.
Look at all the folds and wrinkles of my skin.
Look at my tears as they flow to the sea.
Look at the clouds that clothe me, and bring life to every living thing.
Look at it all.
Be in awe.
I am so much bigger than you can begin to imagine.
I will always have more to show you.
And beyond me,
                              lies a whole universe
whose grandeur even I cannot comprehend.

So worry not little one.
You are not the world.
No planets or moons revolve around you.
No solar system depends on your gravitational pull.
You are not the world, but you are in it.
You are one of many lives that has crossed my surface, and as such you have changed me.
You walked my shores and my mountaintops.
My valleys and my plains.
And I learned what it meant to be loved.
This is why you are here.
Your skill is not making the mountains or carving the valleys.
You are here to love and be loved.
And in doing so,
I am forever different."

The earth has lines in it
Cut by divine cartographers
That point me to you
                                     And you to me

Unholy magnetism

As we orbit
Chasing one another
Endlessly

A cloud creates a shelf
And you dangle your toes
Fishing in the endless sea of soil
As spiderwebs sink to its surface
And the snake slithers on

High above the mountains
The wind blows west
And the water washes away
The salt from all my tears

You’re calling to me
From somewhere
                               Far, far away

Across the ocean
Or under the sea

Your voice ripples out
And the rain begins to fall

Soaking through the drought-worn earth
Through the roots
Through the clay
Through the rock

Divine Destruction

The earth crumbles
And falls away
And the little lines on its surface
Descend into darkness

Only you and I remain
Floating in ethereal mist
Surveyors of its undoing

No more lines
No more clouds
No more magnetism
No more dirt

We are the last things left
And will be
Until the sun sets
And we are lost among the stars

There are places where the earth sits like a sheet draped over humongous bodies

Did I ever even hug you?
Did I ever even touch you?
What did I do when I was happy to see you?

Were we as close as I thought we had been?
Or further apart?
Was I there for you back when we were friends?

I know we don’t talk all that much.
I know we have our different lives.
But you keep me up at night with these crazy thoughts.
And if we had lived different lives.

What if you hadn’t left?
What if I hadn’t stayed?
Would things have been the same, if we hadn’t gone our separate ways?

Or would I still be at film school living a separate life?
And you a thousand miles away?

But I think you’ll keep me up at night
For as long as I will live
And should our paths come back together
Just one answer would you give?

Let's pretend we are not in love

And go on walking

So I can fall for you

All over again

Bowwowwow the horn rumbles out
Skreereeree it cries

I resound it and without a doubt
See cheer in my friends' eyes

Skeeweet I pitchedly yell
Oooooooooh it responds

And still I can seem to tell
That no one does yet yawn

But some soon grow annoyed
With my wonderful new fun

They no longer like my toy
and soon they say "be done"

But on I go my cheery song
I happily do play

Weeeweeeweee I play along
Reewoowchick I say

My eyelids start to droop
The nicotine wearing off
And all i'm left with a a swaying feeling
Like i'm on the boat
A small boat
The small waves
Trickle
Over
The
Edge
And splash around my feet
I slip forwards
Into you and then i crash
Hard
Into sleep
Into you
Into death
I crash
Again
And
Again
And
Again
And soon my eyelids crust over with the little goobers that i wipe from them every morning
Waiting for you to wipe it away
Until then i'll collect dust