if this all t...

if this all takes a lifetime to understand, then so be it, let it take my life(time). the pilot, like the voice from the sky he is, told the passengers that potential turbulence laid ahead. the plane shook constantly for the remainder of the flight. the words in the book i was reading danced to form new paragraphs and meanings. there wasn't enough room in front of me, the seats had been placed too close together. i could only move side to side. i am suffocating, you just refuse to see it. it was night outside, and at twenty eight thousand feet it felt as if we hadn't moved passed a comma. these are the last attempts; at finding keys under seat cushions, and perhaps the final stopover at a town, now a city that i tried to grow roots in. i only think of the plane taking off, seldom of it landing.