It’s a funny sight, looking down on the world from approximately 35,000 feet.
From here, the lives below are no more than sparkling lights, fluttering without harmony, decorating a dark canvas of earth that stretches into
nothing
From there, the steady shine of our tail light might be nothing more than a shooting star to wish upon, as it grazes a dark canvas of sky that stretches into
forever
A thin orange line is painted between nothing and forever,
and is now all that separates a day from come and gone
It is as if we are chasing the sun,
but that time is already beyond our reach
It fades now,
escaping into tomorrow…
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