one day

ill fly across the globe just to so I can write on the plane. Things seem clearer from up here. it’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head when you have no control over your life. just your hope and the people on board that share your fate with you. fate for a few hours. all on board the same vessel headed different ways. im currently sitting next to a man I sat across from in the waiting area, and am on board with the same three girls with Russian accents I saw on the marta train yesterday. Its crazy but I sort of think that you meet everyone you need to know in the world, and everyone who you come in contact with has a purpose. yesterday their faces stuck out in my mind as I examined the red freckles on one of the girls arms wondering where they were headed and what they were doing in the city of Atlanta. today were on the same flight, both probably wondering our purpose in each others life. Maybe its just so I could remember their faces, maybe it’s just so they can remember mine. the guy who im sitting next to asked for headphones, which triggered me to do the same. An hour prior I told myself I needed headphones, now I have them. I would not have these headphones without him. could that simple reason be why I got a seat next to him, for headphones?

 overanalyzing..possible, giving the universe too much credit? Not nearly enough. The people look beautiful in this lighting. Florescent lights off,cabin spotlights on. reading  on closing their eyes but too shook up to actually rest. At 8 40 you can still see light outside. Dark blue graces the top of the skies followed by a teal, light turquoise, than orange and burnt red. Then black, the ground is black,with neon orange speaks of lights like a sea of fireflies. makes me want to live in the sky, listening to this courtesy airline xm radio, through the recently received headphones. 40’s jams are on . I look at the names hoping ill remember to download them later to my ipod. A song came on called, yes indeed, made me think about him. Them…how I want to write their name on my plane window inside of a heart.with no hope they they’ll see it, with hope that they already feel it. 

“imagination is funny, it makes a cloudy day sunny..” I like the sunny days, and the cloudy days. I like the days..i love the day. “have you ever felt a kiss, then a touch,..but it’s just your imagination” -Imagination by glenn miller, how fitting. I wonder what we would be doing if you were here….and wondering why my daydreaming is it less than the possibilities of real life, because right now im writing above the clouds.