Wanting
so much more in life, other than his 100k lifestyle
He
feels his failure inside and squeezes it into a little pill,
Swallowing
the bitter pill and leaving reality for a dream.
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Here
I am, looking out the window as the sun surfaces,
In
awe of such beauty from above, traveling afar
On
a venture to find oneself betwixt the mayhem – chaos
How
I so long to roam this new road I now journey
I
hear the bustle and commotion, as we now descend
The
landscape below entices the desire even more so
As
we now, approach land and I see my destination
I
can feel the rush of the adventure, racing passionately
How
it seemed forever, so distant, the dream I envisioned
Time
has now come, to initiate this new course of action
All
my earnings spent away, to live, as I have never dared
Breathing
now slowly in – out, as the plane somersaults
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The
wingspan of a Aeroflot Medium Distance passenger jet is 27,8m. Falling from the
sky // plunging from the atmosphere // forensics will finally decide it was a
glitch // in transmission, from the Navicore 870 cpu, which caused the turbines
to stutter, then into this was sucked a large-ish predatory sea fowl // whose
bones became stuck in a flywheel // attached to a centrifuge // that centrifuge
was spun by a rubber belt // re-enforced with fine stainless steel cables.
It
so happens, that upon the day the molten steel was to be poured in the mould,
at the parts foundry of Bangalore, the head blacksmith was attending an
elaborate Hindu funerary ceremony, in honor of his friend, who was killed in a
terroristic explosion at the ashram which, subsequently, took the lives of 123
souls, at final tally.
Giuseppe
“Lucky” Frantellgio called in sick to work this day [the day of the
somersault]. Unfortunately for us and the lone surviving passenger, as Giuseppe
would always, always, always carry a pair of binoculars and a digital camera
around his neck, as he trekked his path, checking the circumference of the Mt Riglettoni Tree Farm, as part of his
daily chores.
The
medium passenger jet, en-route to Lisboa caught a down draft and pitched its
left wing into the very peak of those beloved mountain (3777 meters) before
commencing to turn wing-over-wing, down to the base of the aforementioned
incline.
Though
not as famous as the Gran Paradiso, the bottom of this mountain is an
enchanting spot where five rivers, three lakes and two valleys meet. This,
indeed, is one of the most fertile spots in all of Italy, if not in all of the
Mediterranean. This, however, is a privately owned mountain on a privately
owned island, which has been property, for the last 1300 years, of the famous
Marini family.
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Let us trying, as it may
seem, examine the wreckage, to find what remains of her passenger.
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Larissa
Marino never thought that life could end in such a cruel fashion
She
could not believe what was happening, as commotion surrounded her
The
screams alone were petrifying, how destiny could lead her to this moment
As the plane plummets from
the sky falling far off course of what would be
Looking out the window,
she takes in all the beauty coming into view
Sadly
thinking it would be that last thing she would see, on this journey
At
least she made it as far as Italy, with the courage of something new
She suddenly hears an explosion,
just before she loses consciousness
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To
be continued….
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