Is this distance real or imagined?
Physical or mental?
Are we apart in body or in soul?
And does it even matter?
I hate the way my words smudge, it makes them so impermanent.
Turbulence.
Panic.
Seatbelt sign blinks on.
Emotions swirl around me.
I sit, impervious to their charm.
*insert sarcastic smile here*
My hands stained blue with ink.
The blood of my words.
They bleed across the page.
I glimpse my home through the clouds,
I'll be there soon.
But you won't.