Keep your safety belts fastened.

Jan 18, 2005 12:34

And in this hourglass of a house
We all watch the grains of sand
And we sell our hearts
For new disguises and for new names
And yet we forget the eternal address
Assigned to our hearts
This fucking letter
Return to sender

Hirona had awaken from the thump of the wheels. They almost screamed at the runway. Her slender eyes felt lazy and heavy like anvils. She had been thinking about everything. Her old school. The change of landscape. Everything felt less magical already. A change of scenery. Blurring landscape.

In a distant future, Jeff Chainly would be using this plane for a home because he is a liveforever.

She felt herself awaken again. Yet again with the heavy eyes. Words stirred around in her mind. Some positive, some negative, some nuetral as possible. The lines flew past slower and slower. She couldn't believe any of this was happening, therefore she didn't feel it. The effects hadn't really weighed on her yet. Then again, she hadn't met Mark. He was at Lightlake Avenue, buying a pack of smokes with the usual expression on his face. Limitation ate honey roasted peanuts that the stewardess wheeled around in packages. Everyone rushed off the plane except for the Nadazukis. Sure, they could build a new life, but don't the scars of the old one burn? God isn't there to kiss the pain away. He never will be. This isn't why he is. He is because he simply is. Stop asking for favors. Hirona spots a girl who doesn't seem in a rush, holding the hand of a boy. Her name is Maryna, she knew this. She doesn't know how. That boy had waited such a long time to see her. It's for certain their child will be a liveforever. She sighed. What was she talking about anyway?

Limitation grabbed a bag of peanuts and hurried along to catch up with Hirona.
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