LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

i've always dreamt of flying.

like a soaring eagle or jonathan livingstone seagull i am not afraid of heights or going beyond the finite boundaries of space and time. that is why i wanted to become a pilot.

but i did not.

my closest affinity then is always leaving on a jet plane. to be airborne is a feeling of perfection unfulfilled. like icarus, why could man not have wings? reality tells me that i just have to fasten my seatbelt and enjoy the panoramic view down below.

leaving on a jet plane oftentimes leaves a lonely feeling in me - leaving an airport, leaving someone, leaving a culture one gets used to. they always leave a part of me to return to - romantic paris, exotic istantul, the grandeur of rome and even the fog of london.

perhaps, it is an innermost feeling in me to reach pefection beyond the clouds. like st. augustine, my heart would not rest until it rests in someone beyond. jet planes heightens this feeling of infinity.

i know, someday i will be there not through jet planes.

angels will guide me there.