cold
It is
so cold
here.
Some whether report forecasts a ground temperature of 10C, with the possibility if rain.
And no matter how hard I try, my ol' pals Srarbucks and Winston just woudn't keep me warm.
It is
so cold.
Much like that night you pretended you didn't know me.
I feel
so cold.
Worse,
i feel
so empty.
Much like that time you returned my gaze with nonchalance and a shrug of the shoulder.
It is
so cold.
Much like that first morning without you by me,
Yes,
it is
that damn
cold.
of airport and aircrafts
I never liked airports. They only serve to separate.
I never likes aircrafts either. For the same reason i never liked airports.
Yet, again here I am. In one of many ways that serve to tear people apart.
Waiting. And waiting for my flight to board.It's almost an hour delayed.
Damn that safety regulations about cabin safety.
It's only a four hour flight but it always seem to take forever.
Although I never enjoyed flying, I never feel freer that when I'm airborne.
As I look outside my window (and I always ask for the window seat),
I see the wide ocean meeting the vast sky. You can never see the distinction.
It's like heaven and earth suddenly decided to meet at some obscure point (well, a line really)
to form one one endless plane of nothingness.
I would love to be be at that point where heaven and earth meet.
I can't wait to be airborne again.
Because by then, I would be flying back home.
