A plane in the sky soared through heavy clouds, and once in a while, it’s great light sparkled in the gaps of the clear night. A second did not past before the plane was emersed in the fog that so desperately wanted to erupt on the earth. The big flying wings hid away from the world and if only I hadn’t been looking at the plane seconds ago, I would have never known what lied above the pandemonium of the thunder.

But who knows? Maybe it's not all black and white. Perhaps turbulence would strike the glide of the passengers. Perhaps the plane will fall from the clouds, a star's promise of death.

But perhaps I'm just good at wondering

The absolute worst.

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