It seems that roads don’t connect at all from when you are in the sky.
When you are in the sky roads look like boarders. I start thinking that this is how exactly things go, because we travel from each other exactly by these roads… and always forget to come back. I need to go 150 km to reach you, and soon it will be 300 km, or even more. We are separated only by these kilometers, only by these roads. But the sky is common.That is why I like to dream so much.
Now I’m flying somewhere over the clouds, over Europe, and you are at home. I watch the sky here
through the porthole, and you are watching the sky somewhere there where you are. I can happen that tomorrow the cloud that I’m watching will be above your head. And I guess that the sunset we watch is the same too. And tomorrow in the morning the cold breeze will play with my red hair somewhere near the ocean; where I will be reading an interesting book. But two days after this breeze will blow out under your T-shirt and you will remember how we have hugged, you will remember the smell of my perfumes and you will feel warmth, no matter the breeze will be cold.
All in all, planes are the very charming kind of transport. Imagine that you are flying at night somewhere; there are millions of people under you. Someone of them is sad and lonely, but he (or she) sees the mark on the sky that looks just like the shooting star. This person makes a wish on the star and it doesn’t matter will it come true or not. The only thing that matters is the process of “making the wish”: when you make a wish you always make yourself feel better and happier, you just start to believe that it will come true. You think about it and when you understand that the plane you fly in can warm someone’s soul, you start to feel this warmth too no matter that it is usually cold on the board. People used to say that I fly in clouds, that my thoughts are somewhere in the sky. I don’t take offence. It’s true, in fact. People always pursue happiness, and I guess that my happiness is somewhere high above the sky. I am really happy and calm here. I always feel some kind of very special and valuable kind of harmony in sky. All my dreams, all my thoughts, my mood and my desires are of nothing are of and like the air and wind. The air gives me words. I’m not joking. Where all my thoughts, lines and rhymes from? They are from the air. Someone from the sky write these words on the oxygen I breathe with and I breathe them in and carry them on the paper.
Also I really like the sunset. The sunset on the earth is certainly beautiful. But the one who have seen the sunset from above understands me. It’s the very strange feeling when your mobile phone shows the time 21:57 but you are watching the sunset. And it only starts. The clouds that have been snow white just few hours ago turn gold. In general the sunset in the sky reminds me autumn. The clouds look just like leaves: at first they become gold, and then they purple and slowly darken. All in all, it’s charming and hard to describe. But I’m completely fond of flying at least because of sunsets. Today we have been flying into the sunset. It has been seen earlier through my porthole and has been unusually gentle, pinkish purple. In the opposite porthole it has started one hour later and has been yellowish orange fading into fiery red. It seems that there has been the sun.
The only thing is that I can’t sleep on planes. Now is 1:30 and I’m I write all this. I hope that you will get enough sleep for both of us. We are landing and I catch myself thinking that we are still in the sky when our feet are on the ground. I am thousand kilometers in the sky now, but after a half of an hour I will be 1.73 m in the sky. And you will be in the sky too, just a centimeter higher. And the sky is common.
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