Return.

Back in Muskegon. Back to not doing homework. Back to friends and a lifestyle I can appreciate.

I've decided I love Muskegon. I love Michigan. I really do. I really have nothing especially articulate to say, except for this:

(Work in progress)

Airborne
Tearing through the sky
Fading into the darkness
At approximately 300 miles an hour.

That is
Impossibly, Undeniable, Frighteningly
Fast.

And I fear I may be stuck here
Forever.
Flying (At approximately 300 miles an hour)
Away from you
Away from everything I've known.
Away.

Gazing down
Past the heartless and maddeningly dark
Sky that lies below me
Through the ethereal clouds
That seem determined to block my view of you,
I see the fire that is our city
(It consumes the dark with a hunger that could only be created
Only be fathomed by humanity).

I take the time to wave.
I wave at the me that once was
The me that existed
Weeks ago,
The me that exists and exists
And exists,
Living in some parallel
(Beautiful)
Universe.

I take the time to wave
To a girl I can barely recognize:
She had hope
She had drive
She had opened up her eyes for the first time
And had seen you.

She had thought, believed, that things
Were going to work.

I take the time to wave
And watch as this girl
This girl I used to know
This girl I once was
Fades.

I watch as
Her and her parallel universe
And her city of fire
Fade
Fade into the horizon.


I watch as
Her and her parallel universe
And her city of fire
Get swallowed by the clouds
By the sun
By the place where the earth melts into the sky
And all becomes
One.

I watch her disappear
And I wonder briefly
If I am flying away from her
Or if she is running away
From me (At approximately 300 miles an hour).

Either way,
I am tearing through the sky
Fading into the darkness,
Closing my eyes and feeling
Airborne.