
One of the benefits of being stuck on a plane is that you have a lot of time to think. And a mind is a dangerous thing, you never want it to wander off too far into the deep end, especially when you're in delirium.
I thought about how awesome it would be if I could fly, how different life would be if I were far away from home again - living another adventure, how sad it would be if my friends and family were taken away from me, how empty I would feel inside if I lived in a world where no one understands me. I wondered how life would like if I were on an episode of LOST along with the people on the plane with me. Think about how strange it would be to fight "the others" with a horde of Japanese people ...
Okay I'm definitely delirious and can't think straight. I need to go walk around and clear my head ... I wish you were here with me.
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