Journal Entry (3.28.11/ 4:00PM) - Memoirs of a Senseless Genius
I sit on the plane and stare into the clouds. Hoping that the higher the pilot ascends, the closer I can be to my father. Its funny how your impression of what happens in the sky evolves the more time you spend in the air. The relativity between the pilot & his wings and the parallel relationship that is created when you're forced to trust a person with your life that can only be identified by a voice. The separation between the unknown that is above and the familiarity of what waits below, begets a suspense that can only be resolved with four words..."We have safely landed"
To be continued...
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