crash.

it's going to happen, one way or another. although the in flight stability system is still reading all clear, it's only a matter of time before they are digging the black-box out of my seared and eroding flesh. i will say that i saw it coming. each day that is a good day, each day that it doesn't happens just means that we are climbing higher. thousands and thousands of feet. i can see it all from here. everything i ever wanted. even the things i never could dream of. we are at the top of the world. soon we will be falling, no time to watch the clouds or birds on the way down. just the knowing that no matter how far we fall, we will both survive. it will be a time of isolation, reflection, reading, anti-shower campaigns, and hunger strikes. then a few months of silence will pass and we will pick ourselves up and get back into the aircraft. slowly at first we will taxi the runway with simple apologies and how do you dos. then we will begin to take off, we always do. then we will soar, who knows what will lift us, a library or a cup of coffee. no matter what the device, we will climb beyond the previous pace. then we will crash. we always do. flames lick faces and form the end of us. i wish just this once we could be stable. no need for speed of flash, just a hot air balloon floating high above the midwestern city. we could find the indian ocean, the ganges plains and never look back.