It's just one of those days where nothing happens at all. You think about all the places you're not visiting, the people you're not meeting, the things you're not seeing, and the lives you're not living. Before you know it, the day is over and once again you've accomplished nothing. You go to bed telling yourself that tomorrow will be different, but you can't think of a single way to change things.
Whenever I hear the roar of a plance taking off, I look up at the sky and imagine that I'm leaving this place too. I wonder where all those people are headed, and then I realize that it doesn't matter, they're free to go wherever they want, while I'm not.
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