I leave tomorrow, seems like a long wait till then. Whether I sleep or not the sun will rise, and I'll again find myself on a half empty plane flying south to board my ship. Part of me, strangely grateful to be going. More so then I can ever remember feeling before. Was I always blind to how things are, or did I just disembark from my last trip right into the Twilight Zone?
Rated: T - English - Spiritual/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 523 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 6/11 - Complete