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I’m at the Norman Manley International Airport. It’s around midday and we have a delay. The other members of the team just left for the security post. We must obtain a visitor pass to enter certain areas.
Icarus, A little boy, One day wished For wings to fly. Daedalus loved him, Far too much To tell him no. So, made him Out of metal things, An airplane that gleams.
The world is as small as an airplane and as big as however long of a trip you take.
I boarded her heart. Careful to follow the politics of comfort. Too much weight on either side & We'll surely panic. Tumbling down. Spiraling out of control. I packed light.
She screamed down from the heavens with the power of god beneath her wings“I will fear no evil, for God is with meI will fear no danger, for God is with me
Swimming through air Floating then plunging Through depths Gliding over Whispy vessels afloat On nothingness Effortless
I am just like an airplane I sometimes encounter turbulence, but I push through The weather behind me is forgiven and forgotten as I make my way towards blue skies
Airplane Airflight First time Lips white Passout Fly high Don't look Bird's sight
Bird, Alien? Conspiracy, UFO? Human?! How long have humans been up there? Just over a hundred years and its how safe? The safest, you say? I want to do that.
I'm sitting and I'm waiting I'm just waiting and there are people around me whispering amongst themselves as if everything is okay. I cannot figure out why they are here
Rushed out of school, without a clue in the world Thousands of people died in the last half hour Moms, dads, sons, and daughters..
I'm not one for cramped spaces. Four walls and a floor feel more like a handicap than a home, but if touch is still a sense, and my fingers tell me that it is, then my nerves make focal points of compression.