I hear the engine in the clouds up above, and although I cannot see the gigantic monster with wings I know it's there, and it brings me comfort, the sound of the engine passing over my roof sends me into a world where I was once a child, a worry free child that lived in the city of angels, the city that never fails to become more of a home than any other place ever has for me. It's complicated to understand how such a noisy gigantic thing could soothe me but I have no logic behind my reason, it reminds me of home, it reminds me of where I belong and where I came from. Life is full of noise, and most times the loudest sound of them all can remind you of when your thoughts were quiet and your life was at peace, and that's what this amazing flying invention reminds me of. Silence is the loudest of the noises, though it seems absurd to think of it that way it's true, when we think that's when we speak the most, that's when we're the loudest we can be. 🥀✈️
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PoetryThis is a book for my thoughts and rants, I update whenever I feel like it or if you guys ask me to. I'd appreciate it if you send your thoughts my way to have fresh ideas or just give advice or whatever ???♀️❤️it'll mostly be rants and poems I mak...
