Airplanes

Sometimes I wish I could love and be loved by someone like me. It has happened but I always felt like both of us never gave it a chance. It's like driving around in a car at 5 in the morning and both of us thinking the same thing. Never saying it but knowing we're thinking about it. not even waiting for the other one to say it, maybe hoping that the other one will take the chance but not hoping too much because we know we are brave or crazy enough to take it and we don't really want it in the end. Or we're actually two cowards, I don't really know. Because we know how it's going to end.

you'll say we never really know how is going to end, but since we are thinking the same thing, that's the irony of it all, isn't it?

I feel I'm a plane. A plane can have a love story with the earth. It lands because it needs feeding and rest. It's not an easy love story because planes need to fly, because they sometimes land in the wrong places and because it can end very bad on landing. But they say there are far more chances for a car having an accident than for a plane crashing on landing. But planes can't have love stories with other planes. They don't stay long enough in the same place on land to get to know each other because they need to fly don't they? and in the air, well if two planes meet in the air then they definetly crash afterwards.

that leaves the sky. But even if planes dream of being in the sky, they are too small and freil to have a happy ending love story with the sky because their earthly needs and old age will eventually bring them back to earth. Where they will end up next to another old and dammaged airplane, two stangers on a land where they only half belong to.