|| and they repeat, three times a week, to and fro, each carrying hopes, passions, dreams, duties, missions, tasks and...well...just passengers.
[] and we are held together, as solid particles, stuck in the seats of our destinies.
I always believe that at some level we should not let planes take us around.
/\ two legs, to bring us to where we must.
and observe this world from a different angle and at a different pace.
|\ we cannot stand straight. Our legs are actually not built for that purpose.
and we touch so closely to the ground that sprouts us and later receives us.
= and we lie flat, on the surface, returning again, side by side, that we may whisper our last words and continue the dreams in a more tangible manner.
Goodnight.
The plane leaves in two days.
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