Airplane Prose

I can never bring myself to pay attention to the scratched television screens on airplanes. However long the flight may be, I always find myself lost in thought during my travels. Maybe it’s the feeling of containment that traps my mind within itself. The thoughts that race through my head while I sift through the clouds are those of fear, of isolation and anxiety. I find myself missing you more up here than I ever could down there: I am angry at my past self and scared of change. Is it possible to feel happiness on an airplane? Perhaps those of strong heart can endure a simple flight without being crushed by loneliness. I suppose I’ll never know. I lose myself in the roar of a pearly white engine.