hights

Passengers we are under 10,000 ft.
My grip gets tighter.
The thrill of being above the clouds
Gone, burst into an explotion of nothingness.
Fear.
Coarseing through my veins.
Take off and landing is the worst.
Time jumps confusing my brain.
Not wanting to get in the way.
I lean back into my seat.
As the plane lands.
Safely on the ground.
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