What a feeling
flying away again,
after years of stubbornness and fear.
Watching brave kids
boarding completely
thoughtless.
They don't have idea
the struggle of the adult life.
What a feeling
being above the clouds
and watching them
instead of looking up.
It's a mixture of anxiety
and adrenaline
meeting people who
disappeared time ago,
time that not even an airplane
can change.
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A Lonely Journey: through happiness and sadness
Poetrya long journey made of thoughts and emotions around Scotland. 🥀🏴 This collection is reflecting my feelings and emotions, so take good care of it. 🍃
