Waiting

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damn plane, late again
waiting for my love, again
it’s been long enough

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Tuned In

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The hustle and bustle around me, a layer I observe but don’t hear.

Isolated from the bubbles of others trying to assimilate.

There goes my gently bouncing head, the shoulders follow in synchronicity to the rhythm of the music.

I settle into the warm pocket of my own construct, this created isolation.

Smooth vibes.
Smiles.
Ease.

Swaying in this soothing world of the melodies touching my soul.

Moving slowly through this lyrical liquid.

If only I didn’t ever have to put my phone on Airplane Mode.