

apprehensionstepping onto the tarmac; terrifying. the giant steel tube awaits. fear begins to take him, as his children are already boarding. time to die. moving to the back corner of the craftapprehension
just before unceremonious ascension begins. lingerie catalog model beside; no sexual tension, concentration on death.
increase in altitude, increase in champagne. turbulence brings nerves to a riot. Fucking great. time to die. miles away from rock or dirt; his deepest fears begin to set in. sweat stains his shirt, as kids call out names,


no one will ever knowthe air was cool that night as i parked in that quiet corner of town. my eyes met that somber moon seemingly bigger than ever before. the steel was cold and heavy in my hand; it carried the weight of the world.no one will ever know
the long shadows of the trees stood serving as sanctuary from the glow of the satellite. feet moved effortlessly over green blades slippery with dew. the wind whispered in my ear, as if crying to stop me.
even after countless visits to this place endless searches for you in your misery, it never looked as fresh as tonight; straight f


a fellow traveller met upon ththat ancient road lie before me like an old doga fellow traveller met upon th
rays of sunset hit my windshield as i drive past those dark trees
a flashlight in the dark you pass like wind touch me for a second and are gone
golden hair in the breeze a second that seems infinite i can't help but love you


Last FlightGolden rays barely reached the horizon, as that screen door creaked open through dust. I closed my eyes and entered Pandora’s box. Memories come back like a soldier from war.Last Flight
The warm scent of potpourri that has lingered since childhood meets my nostrils and brings me back. The elegant sounds of Mozart radiate from these half century old walls. A child’s plane chases a bird on a mobile; God’s engineering versus man’s.
I still know this room better than my favorite book. It lies trapped now
in a moment; a museum to death or to life; to a life. &n
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