Tsunami

When I sit on that comfortable, soft blue seat, and look out to see the runway, I think of what adventures I will have soon. I think of how many different people I will meet. How many lives I will get to know. How many stories I will witness and tell.

But when I am up in the air, in the jet plane, among the clouds, the world just a tiny speck in front go my eyes,

I think of you.

Of how many adventures I could have had with you. Of how many different people we could have met. Of how I could have gotten to know you better. Of how I could tell about you to people, that you are breathtakingly beautiful and awesome and that an entire world lives inside your head.

But I do not live there anymore. I live among the clouds now.

I do not know if you ever think of me, but know this; the clouds do not weep for no reason, they weep when I think of you, up among the clouds. Tsunamis do not happen because of tectonic shifts, nor do hurricanes destroy cities just because they are a force of nature; they happen because of you.

I think I should stop thinking of you.

Picture: The Great Wave off Kanagawa