Wednesday, March 16, 2011
in an aeroplane over the sea
Something feels strange. I'm on the plane waititng to take off, on my way back to the South. A man passes me as he's walking down the isle, he looks directly at me. My heart begins racing; he has your eyes, the shape, the colour, the worried expression. I look around; everything is identical, my mom is sitting in the same position, reading the same magazine, all the memories are hitting me in images. I'm trying to take deep breaths, someones pushing me, the air is so dry... It feels like this is a plane to the past..no, different country, forget everything.
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