Walls and humor are my means of staying safe. If one doesn't hold my emotion at bay, then hopefully the other will work.
I've flown nine times now and I still find myself romanticizing air travel. Too many people take this amazing technological feat for granted. With every flight comes a minor religious experience, at least for me. Life is in the balance for the length of the flight. There is a chance that no one on board will make it to their final destination. I fear that one day my fascinated love of flying will fade. On that day I hope that I'll die a fiery death by nosedive, just to teach me a lesson about appreciating all things greater than I.
I'm not sure what to say about Cincinnati yet. The trip was good and I left feeling very relaxed. I wish I could've stayed
All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down.
I'm a mess now. I think that's what I needed, though the reorganization has only begun. Rebirth has yet to even peek over the horizon. One day.