There is a boy man in an airplane. He's anxious and nervous and he can't stop tapping his foot or beating out rhythms with his fingers. He doesn't notice that although the sky turns from a bleak gray to blue the mountains fall flat and skyscrapers are raised in their place. He doesn't hear what anyone says because he's got music in his ears and in his heart and its all he needs. He's distracted.

He doesn't consider the fact that someone might be thinking of him.

Rooting for him.

No matter how much it kills her.

No matter how much it kills him.

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It's hard to tell
What the trees
are supposed to look like

The sky is blue
But the wind
Freezes my bones

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