I’ve landed…

I’m on a plane. And I’m done with her. ‘About time. I’ve been waiting for four hours in a noisy airport to catch this flight. And about 5 months to feel ready to let go. Never would I have survived this afternoon if it was not for Yepiyep’s company, we caught the same plane, we’re heading to the same place. She and I took different ways long ago, but ever since our routes had parted, I had been, consciously or not, trying not to get too far from Hers. Yepiyep is sleeping. I’m fully fuckin’ awake, at fuckin’ last. It’s a three hours flight to my sister’s place, she’s been living there for over a year now, I think she kinda fell in love with this tiny country a while ago, and ever since, she’s been coming back to it anytime she could. No chance of me coming back, fuck no. It seems like a nice place that island, plus I’m gonna work there, earn fuckin’ money, for the first time of my short yet relatively scarred existence. Her whereabout is just too fuckin’ hard to reach, and not that much of a nice place to stay at, ‘could have been, like, the nicest fuckin’ place in the universe, ‘could have, too bad. I got other things to do with my young and so full of potential life. like become a man for example, it’s not on my schedule yet though, or learn how to play bass, this’ll have to wait till I can afford one, or fall in love, again, if I ever happened to meet someone who, well, was to have me reach the so-called state. Things. Life.

I’ve opened my eyes, I’ve walked out the door, the clouds came tumbling down.

Bye bye. Good bye, I’ve tried. you know the rest… 

I’ve landed.

PS: I wrote that last night on a scrap of paper in the plane, hence the “I’m on a plane”. And sorry for saying fuck so much.