It's dusk. Just sitting in the plane. You got bored, so You start playing Ballz on your Phone. You look out the window periodically, you see the clouds, the ground that's so far below you. You realize how small you are. You realize where you're going, you get butterflies. Is this real, am I really going back? Already? It feels like just yesterday that I was landing in lax in a KLM plane with many memories, and the sadness of Having to be back where you live, because you know it's not home. But now you're going home. Back to the country you love.
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Some vibes
PoetryJust some feelings and vibes I get when I listen to certain songs. Also just so I can practice sensory details.
