My stomach feels queasy.
Thoughts are racing.
I sit down and buckle up...tight.
Still on the ground.
Still on the ground.
I feel like I'm going into the unknown.
I feel it moving.
Still on the ground.
I feel it shaking.
Oh god it's going fast.
I feel butterflies in my stomach.
I see clouds.
That's it?
I feel peace now.
All of a sudden, everything disappears.
All the stress is gone.
All the anxiety is gone.
I suddenly go into another dimension.
Everything is white and fluffy.
All this time I saw flat clouds when I was on the ground.
Now I see 3D, 3D everything.
So high above.
I search through the clouds to see if I find something.
I don't.
Guess my grandpa isn't "in the sky."
I want to glide through those clouds.
Beautiful and whiter than snow.
I can suddenly let go of everything I went through and breathe.
Breathe.
I sit back and relax feeling myself go through those clouds.
Still breathing in and out.
I feel connected to my inner self.
So happy.
I am me.
I feel myself.
Never have I ever felt like I was in paradise.
Let's say airplanes are my new therapy.
Clouds are my mindfulness.
I felt a felt peace, I felt freedom.
Airplanes.
