When I'm on airplanes, I don't believe in God.
It's not an intentional disbelief, but rather something gradual- a creeping state
I merely find myself in.
God is in the airport,
and then I leave.
I
Leave.
I leave in the sky and
that's when
he stops existing...
when he has never existed at all.
And in those moments,
the moments
that make my airplane ride a journey
I feel
I become
I am
insignificant
and small.
Land is small.
Home, buildings, places, spaces pass
things
we build and hide in,
work and run from
they become smaller.
Everything is
smaller.
In planes I feel
meaningless
until we land
until foot meets land
until
God meets foot
I am
meaningless.
