PRESTON ;
The bird lifted confidently from the ground.... This is your captain speaking... Fasten your seat belt....Two beautiful and sharply dressed stewardess stop by and I post my order.... Drunk in thoughts.... How I wish this bird will touch down in Mali... Or somewhere in Duala....
Early morning and the sun is seen comforting the hue at the peak of the Kilimanjaro.... The yellow panoramic view.....Seemed to carry the words goodbye... Felt empty.... Was empty....
This is your captain speaking...We are now flying over the Indian ocean....I now get selfish and wish this vessel just blew into a thousand pieces.... The boom be my goodbye...Or maybe some salient winds blow enigmatically and send us crushing 2000feet below....
I lack what I live for.... Or just fly into the peak of the Manjaro ....And if by any chance I survive I will freeze to death......I hope it will.... Take the last picture in mid air... It will act as a souvenir to my loved ones... Those that will not have the previledge of my goodbye....
©Hurt_Surgeon
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