Down In Me

Flight 844

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Absent-minded, I watch you take off, day after day. My ears full to bursting with the rumble of your roar. The ground grumbling beneath my vibration. Lifting your nose towards the clouds, your glistening wide body glides effortlessly off the strip. Overwhelmed with the need to crawl inside you and feel you hoisting me away, disappearing me into the distance. Is there a flight to nowhere? A place where no one greets you when you land? A new time zone in which to find solace? My bags are packed yet my seat belt remains unfastened. I won’t be going anywhere for now. If only because I can’t stand the scrutinising eyes of your supposed protectors.

5 responses

  1. An Unreliable Witness comments:

    Yes, unfailingly when I see a plane taking off, I want to be on that flight too. To wherever it’s going. I don’t care about the destination.

    And then, of course, I remember that I hate flying.

    [Gorgeous new design, by the way. I am selfishly jealous of its beautiful minimalism]

  2. Z comments:

    What I love about flying is the way you have to suspend reality and belief, and just trust in blind faith. And if it all goes wrong, there’s nothing you can do. I find it it incredibly liberating.

    Very in awe of the gorgeousness too xxx

  3. Ani comments:

    I have so many thoughts on flying that it amazes me this post is only one paragraph. Still…

    Thank you both. I am pleased you are finding the design rather erm, pleasing.

  4. Camille comments:

    Having spent more than two days in the last month being suspended amidst the clouds I think I am learning to finally accept, as Z said, to trust in blind faith. And then the plane takes a sharp drop and as my fingers grip the armrest and I look for telltale signs of panic on the airstewards faces I know I will never fully trust a big chunk of metal precariously suspended in space.

    Lovely post however, and if I may jump on the praise bandwagon, new site design.

  5. Ani comments:

    Thanks, Camille. For me flying, like many things, is a conflicting, nerve racking combination of frightening and amazing.

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