—Stephanie Georguluos
Thought Catalog: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/when-its-good-to-give-up/
I’ve noticed that too.
I’ve noticed that too.
This situation will make you Freudian-slip all over the place.
Have you ever had crazy ideas at random times, like when you’re driving along the highway and wonder what it’d be like if every bolt came loose and your vehicle just fell apart, with you sitting in it, at 80 kilometres an hour?
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By definition then, an ‘airplane’ is simultaneously a time/location/noun/world machine.
Step out into another world, another life.
Together, we were all flying back to our temporary home before flying again to our separate primary homes.
Although, that’s up for dispute because after 11,520 minutes with you, it’s really your presence that had become the finite, fleeting home which would very soon come to an end. 48 hours until goodbyes.
Seeing as I hadn’t had any substantial goodbyes in awhile, I wonder how that’ll turn out.
Apparently I had fallen asleep because I now wake up and struggle to remember where everyone’s sitting. I awake in the right aisle seat.
I could have sworn I fell asleep at a window seat. On the left side.
Who’s idea was it to fly in separate seats anyways? This is so ridiculous.
Fully awake now. I remember: nobody is with me.
At 300 miles per hour, I was going home.
In this 300,000 kg flying machine, I go alone.
When people are more affectionate and attached to you than you are to them. I wonder if they wonder why I’m not acting the same way as they are; for not instantly reciprocating, I could even be deemed ‘cold’ and ‘unfriendly’ but those are just extreme situations.
It’s interesting because I, like them, used to be that impulsive.
And this time around, it’s strange to be on the other end of the looking glass.
Remembering
everything
about my world + when you came.
Wondering the change you’d bring means nothing else would be the same.
Did you know what you were doing,
did you know?
And the 1st time that you opened your eyes,
did you know that you would be my Savior?
Did you know how you would move us,
did you know?
& the first breath that left your lips;
did you know that it would
change this world
forever?
To what this midnight made so clear:
that you have come to meet me here.
When I am most awake, your entire world is fast asleep.
I know exactly where your world is;
I just don’t know how to get there because I don’t know when it is.
Yet I dare not consult the great Internet.
Isn’t it so much more natural this way?
I keep thinking perhaps one day, I’ll just wake up, and step through that moment when our worlds align.
If you were asked to decide whether a photo was of a sunrise or sunset, you probably couldn’t accurately decide with confidence. But go take a look at the real thing for yourself and you’ll see that they’re not the same. Maybe that one sunrise doesn’t do ‘sunrise’s any justice, but I just like sunsets more.
Sunrises don’t have golden hour.
Haven’t you ever noticed that?
New reading list:
- Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan
- Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
- Crazy Love by Francis Chan
Almost-finished reading list:
- One Day by David Nicholls
— EH
Touche, my friend.
a might flood of:
Justice
&
Mercy
Here’s to catching the sunrise on the Sunshine Coast!!
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