Flying High

Take off is so shaky, I feel like I am falling apart.  The seat belt tightens in my grip.  They say people can be afraid to fly, but I found my self in awe of the sun above white clouds.  It was bright; brighter than the sun rise after the darkest of nights.  The euphorics faded within the hour, until the sun began to set above the clouds.  Pink cotton candy clouds.  Then night fell.  It was hard to distinguish between land and water.  At first it looked like a big ocean with little islands in it, but then once we flew over the city you could see the lights.  Here you could tell that it was a land with so many lakes and streams.  It is not a wonder of why it is the land of ten thousand lakes.  The city lights twinkled, mostly flickering of movements.  Beautiful night flowers implanted in the black.  The plane spins on a wing; the engines choke loudly, and we begin our descent.  The lights grew to bulbs and street laps and head lights.  The plane shuddered a breath, and began to slow.  Family members quivered in anticipation to see loved ones waiting.  I knew what awaited me.  Not the love of my life, but at least people I loved. 

 I have had difficulty with love, but that was because I couldn’t see the person right in front of me the whole time.  It was like a curved piece of glass that distorts an image so that your eye slides right over it without notice.  But then after looking at it for so long, different colors begin to catch your eye, and there you see it, your future.  The bright and shining eye stares back at us, blinding us, binding us.  I am one of the abused; I don’t belong to this world.  I feel like if I could escape it for just a moment I would be able to learn to fly.

I can hardly think of what to write.  A hundred thoughts a second and none slowing to be remembered much less written.  I wish I could be inspirational or passionate, but I feel like I am running out of words; drying up like a stream in a drought.