I was sitting here on
the plane
and realized i have my phone
so i can call when i
land.
then i realized
i dont really want to.
instead,
i have been filled with
a paralyzing fear.
i dont want to get off
this plane.
and i definitely
dont want to
go through
those sliding doors after
customs.
i get nauseaus just
thinking about it.
because once i
step through those doors
it’s real.
it’s over.
and i dont want it to be.
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