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By Gia, age 18, Florida
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
One-way plane,
heading out towards Asheville.
Journal and pen under the seat.
I'm going to find myself.
Swallow the unsweetened tea.
Two lovers sit in the seats in front,
chatter about nothing.
It's disgusting, it's terrifying,
your paper feels the pen.
A husband with his lover,
plan their next meeting.
Flight attendants secure seatbelts.
A little boy plays with his trucks.
Gum chewing in the girl's mouth.
Obscene noises fill the air.
Letters dance on your battered heart,
awaiting its partner.
Distant, unfriendly, they jump
onto the paper.
A letter to her,
awaits to be written.
I'm going to find myself.
May 9th, they stop flowing to your hand.
Scratches out the words.
You left her back there,
Telling her,
I'm going to find myself.
I'm going to find myself.
You write on the paper.
Convince yourself,
you won't miss her.
A breath of fresh air.
A soul,
flew away from your body.
Forgive her her tears.
Hello?
I haven't found myself.
Hang up the phone.
