Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Explosions in the sky

I haven't been reading much or writing much as of late.  I haven't really been busy but i fell into a weird pattern.  But I changed that tonight because I sat on my porch like I used to and I had my coffee and smoked a bunch of cigarettes and thought.  My house is in the direct flight pattern of airplanes and its strange because they don't fly near my house or around it they fly right on top of it and it gets annoying sometimes especially because it cuts the satellite out at times.  And as I saw the headlights and followed them until they were gone I couldn't help but think of the people in them.  How many people were going to see family they hadn't seen in years and how happy they must have been.  Or how many people were running away from something or starting a fresh life somewhere else.  How many people were running away from their lives essentially.  Leaving themselves behind...or so they hoped.  Then I thought of dads going home to their families or lovers who were reunited once again.  And How all of these people travel together and they each have their own story.  In the confines of such a small space and such an amazing action they are transported for better or worse.  And it struck me how similar the plains and the passengers were to each other.  The plain travels in darkness with its lights on wandering an empty sky trying to reach its final destination safe and sound and with everyone happy.  And that in essence is what people do.  They travel in the darkness alone with their light on and try to reach their final destination safe and sound.  So to all of you looking and leaving; finding and forgetting; loving an loathing, Bon Voyage

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