Sunday, 24 March 2024

A plane above

 Sitting here in the afternoon breeze, 

Listening to the sound of a plane flying high above. 

Looking at the clouds, trying to make heart shapes out of nothing. 

Trying to distract my mind and put my erratic heartbeat at ease, hoping to calm myself.

Sometimes there's everyone around you and no-one at all. 

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