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The Trajectory of Planes
Sometimes when I look up, I see scraps of blue
instead of orange
and, for a moment, I remember my same eyes looking up at the same sky and seeing white clouds and light smudges that mapped the trajectory of planes.
I was obsessed - obsessed with the feeling of flight and the people in the round boxes heading to places I wanted to go too. I always looked up at the blue and white sky and hoped for planes - hoped for travel and new lands.
But the world always rights itself, and now when I look up I am reminded of two things:
1) this sky is not blue, and
2) I found a world where no one could go.
instead of orange
and, for a moment, I remember my same eyes looking up at the same sky and seeing white clouds and light smudges that mapped the trajectory of planes.
I was obsessed - obsessed with the feeling of flight and the people in the round boxes heading to places I wanted to go too. I always looked up at the blue and white sky and hoped for planes - hoped for travel and new lands.
But the world always rights itself, and now when I look up I am reminded of two things:
1) this sky is not blue, and
2) I found a world where no one could go.