I was perched on my fav ledge staring into the distant skies. That part of the skies often have flights that are on their landing loci.
There's something very meditative to see a flight landing. Like the people would feel what it is to be grounded after soaring in the skies.
The moon continued to shine thru like a pearl. A part of me silently wept. The flights kept landing and my thoughts went on soaring.
What's it like to realize that you fell in love with the wrong person?
It's like being in that flight that's not about to land anytime soon. You are only soaring in the air knowing that one day you'll land with a thud. Also knowing that you cannot fall out of love unless you want to jump out of the flight.
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