from up here, everything looks the same, and it all looks so bleak. an artist's canvas painted in two ugly colors that span out into foreverness, until a foggy haze suffocates everything into a single blinding line. above that, a blue blur shoots out at every angle, until i find myself lost among the sea-shades and engine exhaust. and before long, the land changes to ocean, and i honestly can't tell if i'm really flying, or if someone just taped a piece of blue construction paper over my tiny plastic window. every now and then, the sun catches a glimmer from below. it's mostly sand down there, but sometimes a bit of angel dust falls through. (incidentally, you fell through.) and i'm just sitting here in this scratchy red seat, staring blankly out into nothingness . . . another grain of sand in the sky.
