Sitting, waiting for the airplane that never came and the pilots that never flew.

There's this part of me that wants to change.

I can't help it.

It's almost alarming. To think. Isn't it?

You sit and stare and think. About the lame ducks and missed calls. And you eat inwards.

Your body, it shrinks. Because you eat it. It's almost gone.

And then. You forget.