Airplane Mode

Memorized by her silhouette. Adjacent from what’s right without even having to thing about all the ways I love her. A gold medalist is my personal Olympics, she outperforms the competition by a long shot. That same long shot in the dark that causes the silhouette that I’m so memorized by. So you see how it’s always her, the girl in the story, that comes back around. A special type of somebody. Her body.. Who else? Nobody.. Tunnel Vision. I see her clearly. Way up there somewhere. Way down there, everywhere. The why’s and the how’s not important. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there. Until then, silence.. Traveling through time and space.. On Airplane Mode. 

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