A Special Action With Motives Unclear
I was as close to the stars as this plane would let me get. It was starting to spiral down. It was now over JFK airport and I was looking out the fake glass again in every direction I could except home.
Camera set to Auto. Software set to Auto.
This is not what was intended, this is not the story that was to be here now. I had reserved and been savoring the moment of this story’s posting for quite some time. It was a beautiful beautiful beautiful letter that will now most likely remain unmailed or saved for a time that is correct long after my correct time has passed.
One must learn to honor requests or one must learn to say no in choice of one’s own feelings.
These two sides of me fight each other.
Your side will most likely always win.