It feels good to be up in the sky again. I almost forgotten how I love the speed of the aircraft before taking off and the pressure of gravity when the aircraft mounts to the thousands of feet off the ground.
Did I ever told you that I once dreamed about being a pilot? I guess I did. That's my favourite story-of-my-life. Flying and falling are my most loved fear. I fear heights but I love overcoming that fear by flying and 'falling'...
During long lonely trips like this I usually will have this anonymous feeling. The feel of transition. I feel nameless, faceless. It is a time when my freedom is at its peak. I'm not attached to the 'world' on the ground. I am alone. In this period of time I am all by myself and I am my own self. It feels great and this reminds me why I (contradictorily and ironically) love long lonely trips such as this.
Humans are self-interested. So, lets (again) talk about me.Lets start with my lightofacandle-like mind. Flickery. Ever-changing. Most of the time anyways. Undecided. At other times, I'd like to think I do know what I want/need. But that is precisely NOT the case at the moment.
I think a lot. To others I like to make things complicated 'coz I think in a complicated way (arent all women like that?). But to me, it's simple. Simple in a complicated way. Like Math equations. When I say I'd tend to think this world is like/full of equations--I am by no means implying that it is simple...because, who ever said that math equations are plain simple? It is simple; in a complicated way. Oh my I am contradicting myself.
Precisely.
2 comments:
hello dear, am waiting for your 'bipolar' entri..hrm, wonder where my previous comment??hrmmm
your previous comments are still where they were i think...huhu my bipolar entry? hahah i duno if im able to write any entry for awhile more...
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