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“Above the clouds, its almost as if
my problems are all gone.”
I’d like to tell myself
but I’d be lying.
The sharp pain in my back
as I twitch and twist in my polyester seat
the man next to me a stranger
my other side a sheet of glass and sky.
My foot taps absentmindedly
And I brace for an impact
that never comes.
Should I sleep or stay awake?
I ask myself,
but end up blocking it all out,
with some music I don’t want to hear.
Despite being closer to more people
than I’ve been all week,
somehow I’ve never felt so alone.
Its magical, but sickening.
I can almost feel my capillaries
Writhing against the changing pressure
up and down it goes,
they don’t enjoy sharp turns.
Content? I’ve wanted this get away
this brisk escape,
why am I not enjoying myself?
I wish I knew the answer.
2 more hours to go.
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