Eye filling shouts of blaspheming laughter and exhausted sleepyheads all crazy the already crowded atmosphere. Others just simply ignore the noise with their old curved earphones spraying orchestras of pop music while spectating natures green creations and the living rainbow-coloured winds blowing pink meadows of roses and daisies, lamenting about their boring ass lives their positive yet strange experiences had predicted in their thoughts.
Quiet and peaceful the studs horrifically turned. In a snap their hyperactive monsters inside had disappeared into the air conditioner shining shots of cold refrigerators, though the impending is soon to arrive when their heads wake up from the fun adventures and company beside them. Even the teacher himself overexerted himself trying to staple their mouths shut from blabbering even more nonsense just like a parent comforting their newborn baby from crying out of spoilt time snoring.
Airplane seats all the way to the randomly dotted ground and the plain darker shade of grey like the rough skin of the rhinoceros. Up above the heads are overhead shelves and compartments packed with continuous layers of a mix of red, yellow and black bags held since ancient.
Day to night the sky became. Back from their journey did their sweat and blood return to the place of miracles and embarrassments guys suffered greatly. Blue curtains with diagrams of beautiful flower cover the now dark, but bright firmament displaying stars out the milky way galaxy astronomers with telescopes wouldn't reach with their sharp eyes. Whatever genre of life they're in, reality is that good moments are in each and everyone. Eventual reminiscence would occur as they grow older, but now is the time for their memories to blossom.
