PLANES ARE FALLING OUT OF THE SKY AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE
I never want to be out of love
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THINGS YOU IMAGINE
For hours, I could watch planes take off, flight is a testament to human genius But it’s something I can’t even begin to comprehend— thousands of pounds being propelled through the air at 500 miles an hour. Save it; don’t even try to explain, because my eyes have already glazed over. Planes are falling out of the sky without question or explanation and you don’t even care. Why is this happening to a miracle of human invention? How? Getting a plane to stay in the air makes as much sense to me as them falling out of it.
This doesn’t happen overnight. Could this be a sign of years of negligence on behalf of government oversight, manufacturer cost-cutting, and corporate greed? This is me attempting to just ask questions. Could it be like falling out of love? You don’t just wake up out of love—only years of resentment, built upon selective deafness, could lead to such feelings.
I could watch those in love talk for hours—an honest testament to the human spirit. Falling out of love makes as much sense to me as falling in love. Something I comprehend fully, even though I wish I didn’t have to experience it so intensely, love that is. Falling out of love is something I wish not to contend with, much like falling out of the sky. Taking off inside a plane is exciting and falling out of love is an apocalypse of the human condition.
Do you still wish to be in love knowing what you know now? Do you even care to? It feels a little rude to ask, but it’s a question I can no longer ignore. Selfishness is inherent when you only value the physical. Prioritizing long-term well-being over immediate pleasure is the martyrdom of the human experience. Who is brave enough to answer the question… is it all worth it? I never wish to fall out of love, but just to continue to love those who love me. Because now it’s March and I will become something more tender. I will enter the world in color. The ice is melting, the sun is washing over me. A wish to dream, only for those who are awake.
But if I do fall out of love— it’ll be a tragedy for humankind.
WHEN I GET HOME
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