I dunno

Your always on the plane when you finally decide where your going. you never know before hand but you just seem to sit in that chair and at that very moment in time you decide whether it was a good idea or not. i always seem to wonder why when you do get on and your sat in your chair, the first thing you do is look through the opposite window; as if yours is'nt good enough.

Its the most exhilarating feeling when your in the air, how all of a sudden you have gone from being scared to taking off, to landing. But whats the difference, we are always going somewhere. And no matter whether we land or we take off, we could always fall.

The sun hits you, the cold hits you, but where are we. Are we always in one place or is there any chance we just missed a bit and we're back where we started; Did we even leave in the first place.

I was stuck, i could'nt get to where i wanted to go even tho it seemed so easy to get up and go in the first place. You spend your life being scared to make a decision, nothing can push you, then something pushes you and at this time everything happens. Its almost as if you have been given a chance to run away and miss the true things that will always be inevitable, or you stay and think what if. There is always gonna be that chance. Do you take it? I took it, i dunno what i could say about it.

Your stood in the middle of hundreds of people, alcohol infused, lights hitting off your face and a strange aura of plywood. What is going through my mind when im hundreds of miles away wondering whats happening two hours away. If i leave now will i be in time? Does the time difference make up?

Its cold, its raining, but that's just my expression, and the tears running down my face. I've been here far too long and its time to get back to where i wanna be. If i go do i come back? I remember walking down that pier to where my friends are and its as if everything is happening so slow that im walking down the aisle of a plane, is time catching up with me. I see people smiling, and people grasping my hands in gratitude of a greeting, but the pier is getting longer, and i can see the old timber far off into the sunset where the smell of sea salt clasps my eyes shut. I can recognize so many smells and feelings that my eyes still wont open, but my legs cant stop feeling agitated. Something is pulling me forward, so much my eyes are opening by the glaze of the sunlight, my movement breaking speed against the wind, I see the end of the pier, the end of the aisle, my arms are spread and there is nothing holding me back but the strong force of the wind. My nostrils flaring with intensity causing my top lip to couple with it as my cheeks pull back.

I'm enthralled with ecstasy streaming through my smile.

I'm running, running, running.

I jump.....

Nothing for a short while but its all still there.

Then as if i plunged into the deepest depth of water with the overwhelming feeling of freshness, i realise its not water surrounding me, Its what i wanted in the first place. To be surrounded by emotion, that smile, those arms. I took the leap.

you know that feeling when your listening to a song that you don't like or your not that keen on but you know that the same artist has released some of the most beautiful songs ever written, then all of a sudden that song comes on and you start with a snared grin. You get used to this grin and it fades after many times of hearing this song, but you still get worked up and your heart pounds as chords get more powerful, as if your heart is beating in time with the drums. In this case my heart was the drums, And the heavy beat is bringing me forward, that's what had me running along that pier. Its something you recognize. Something about you, and this song was far too familiar for me to be away from. And just like you, its not the end of a song, or the end of a pier. Because songs never end, they just introduce the next. And there's always gonna be enough wood in the world to build my pier.