Found in a notebook, written during one of my numerous plane rides up and down the country. I laughed.
Looking at the white tufty cotton balls outside the plane window makes me feel like a protagonist. Like people are gladly paying for overpriced popcorn and the opportunity to watch me look beautifully determined set to the soundtrack of Ingrid Michaelson [check her out on youtube] and unfocused nachos and coke cans in the foreground.
And then a stewardess can ask me something that you can't hear because of Ingrid's voice and I snap out of my reverie and smile and shake my head and resume sipping coke.
HAHA,
Kanika
'tis beautiful and surreal! Wouldn't you want to float in them? These fluffy balls of cotton? :)
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Blasphemous Aesthete
I just had to check her out on youtube, and realized I had listened to her thanks to VH1. Why am I watching VH1?
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