Flying, trapped in a plane
Looking out through the tiny dirty window
Attempting to see the beauty of Japan,
But instead dark, gray clouds surround you.
The weather mimics your tortured emotions,
And you are beginning to become clastrophobic.
The people around you make your head spin,
And the yelling in your head picks up in volume.
The voices of your past haunt you to the soul,
And you grip the cramming airline seat out of desperation.
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