Tiny lights, sitting pretty on the ground, miles and miles below - mocking at her, confined to her seat on the plane. Tiny lights glittering away fervently, mocking at the time, mocking at how much mayhem the day had caused. A night flight to add to the waste of an elaborate surprise. The transfiguration of happiness that she had been meaning to implore had devoutly lost its own meaning. Tummy twirls and tortured trembles be damned. There was no reason to reason with anymore. Jinxing the incomprehensible was no myth to fiddle with anymore. Gleam away, inanimate objects of science on the ground. Detest, discern - for all she cares. May you be in perpetual denial. Thoughts go around in circles meanwhile, rippling and returning to the same bode. In that moment, there was no peace. There was no war either. There was only nothingness - quite amiably seasoned. Tiny mind, where does it go transitioning away? Contemplating muddled her. Transfigured. So pretty, so far up above.
PS - This was written a while ago, and under disparate circumstances. I do not find a reason to not post it now.
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