Band practice Haiku

Guitars purr, amps buzz
Slowly, Drummer raises his arms
Explosion

Airport

I stand outside as the cars speed past me, the irritated drivers little more than a meter away not noticing the disjointed young man with his head hung low, staring down at the ground, as if it held some kind of distraction. I snap my head upward and hold my left index finger outwards and as I hear the bittersweet sound of aircraft engines warming up a cold shiver runs down my spine, from a sense of emptiness consuming my belly. A mere moment later, I see the airplane gain speed on the runway, the pilot suddenly seeming very akin to the drivers adjacent to me. I follow the speeding vessel down the runway with my finger, tracing it's path, wishing that I had some way to stop it from taking my greatest joy away, but as is expected, I am completely powerless to do anything but simply watch.

The plane is in the air now and I am leaning backwards, seeing it fly away, each passing second making it more and more impossible to feel anything but a incapacitating sense of utter hopelessness. Now, standing here alone, I whisper two syllables to the nothing around me-

"Goodbye."

Buzy

Hey everybody! I'm still alive, but things are just really, really crazy right now. From this point up until the summer, I don't think I'll be posting on this blog all that frequently. Please know that you're in my thoughts, and should you want to know what I'm up to, write me and I'll reply

That is all, have a wonderful day!