I feel like I'm standing on the sun, watching the lovers get fucked over faster than my mind and body are disingrating. Watching the tears evaporate off my face and rain back down into his cup, as he tilts his head back and drinks me up. But I'm only here on this airplane, sitting in row fourteen, seat F, watching the insignifigant people get smaller in their insignifigant lives. I press my palm up against the glass as if to say goodbye to the only signifigant thing I had. Peace & Unity Chel.