can we pretend..

"The airplane stays up because it doesn't have the time to fall." - Orville Wright

Airport nights; picked up a cup of coffee from Starbucks and I've wandered through the terminals. Here I am empathizing with the feelings of people coming and going, this has always been my place, a sanctuary of mine, just another place to clear my head and find more of what to write.

I sit here and I analyze the beautiful couples of youth and old age; "Where are they going?" "Where are they coming from?" The obvious facts of masculinity: as the men help their ladies carry their luggage, all while the women help navigate through the crowd. Smiles are all around as children rampantly run through the areas, they're all both excited and tired at the same time, wondering what adventure awaits them.

There's an area at ORF where you can actually park your car and just watch the planes take off, you'll be sharing this small parking lot with one trash can and whatever other stranger decides to show, perhaps someone just as alone as you are or perhaps a couple rampant on finding a secret but public place to fuck. It's a simple view of magnificence, nothing special honestly, just the simplicity of watching a roaring 747 launch up in the air.

Secretly I do pretend just like the song itself "airplanes". I make secret wishes on each plane flying as I sit on my hood, all are wishes of something bigger, something better, something for my mother, something for my father, something for my son, and once in a while, there's something for me along the way.

I tend to cling on to miracles, on to things that I logically know can never happen, but there's something about a miracle that allures me, they keep my sanity in check, some way, I make all these wishes and all these prayers unknowing which one could or would happen first.

"Oh how I wish upon a star." - Ryan D.