Stop Point

 As the plane lifts and the city's getting small in the horizon, to finally vanish within the clouds, we realise that's what it came to be, indifferent to us, life goes by, no distinction between small or big events, the clock doesn't stop for us to catch a breath, or does it? As the sky is covered with a sea of white and nothing else in sight. I find myself thinking of what this reality of mine came to be, what I modelled it into and how it shaped me into ways I did not even consider to be possible. As we are humans, capable of diving into the depths of thinking and spirituality, but in the end this is it, all that was and all that we'll ever have, our experiences and our thoughts, and I can just feel that I'm glad to have mine. As we dwell through this thoughts the eyes start to get heavier and I find myself falling asleep, a new adventure is coming, it's time to rest, the clock never stops.

N. H.