so pretty.
although kinda scary.
imagine having that much power, that much ability.
you could literally fly over cities, buildings, into the heavens.
would that be scary?
hmmm… it would probably be more daunting than anything i can imagine.
you’d suddenly realise how small you are.
compared to… well…
everything else.
sure is pretty though.
you’d be free.
scared, but oh so free.
by yourself, with yourself, freedom.
Jason Cohn
flight.. i always wanted to be on a flight.. a flight which is high.. which is very high.. higher than any one else’s flight.. a flight that never gets over.. oh and yeah me and my hot crush on a never ending flight wow!!! just wanna kiss her on my last flight
Karthik
I would love to hastily blog about flight, but I have to go catch a flight. Seriously.
JD
I run.
and I run so fast.
as if I’m flying.
leaving.
running.
I cannot remain.
Must fly.
But how can I fly?
When I am tied.
Tied down, against my will of flight.
To escape into the skies with the eagles that soar.
That fly.
So easily.
So calm.
So free.
The flight of the free.
The flight of the trapped.
Will be even more epic.
Jodi
i love taking flights to foriegn places they are so exotic and new especially the bars and swimming pools they are awesome
sarah
is the souls way of setting one free it is the air we breath our dreams, the life that we live and the hopes we betray. it is the limits to be met and the failures to be seeked the wonders we hold dear.
Kate
Flying is a sort of escape, a way to live life differently in a different scene. Experiences one would never have in an ordinary day is suddenly possible.
My flight was at noon, and while I was waiting at the airport I managed to meet all kinds of different people. One woman told me she was going home to visit family, and I, well, I was going to meet my new familiy.
Katrin Rege
chick
i want to be famous
a critic
a good writer
i want to be good at exams.
i want to be a doctor.
a best person.
likable.
lovable
yahya
Sometimes I really fear the idea that I’m going to keep escaping from things for the rest of my life. We believe that flight is going to help us, give us freedom, but the thing is that when you’re running all the time you learn that there’s very little freedom. You get tied to the idea of flight, so you’re not free at all. And I worry that for the rest of my life, I’m going to be flying, and that my feathers are going to be crippled, but there’s nothing I’ll be able to do about it.
Yuko Tanaka
She was running as fast as she could, but even that didn’t seem to be enough. The strangely dressed, eerie figures were still chasing after her, and after a few moments of running for her life, she didn’t dare to pause to look back, fearing that she wouldn’t be able to continue again.
The cold wind was sharp against her somewhat frozen skin, but that did not matter one bit; all that mattered was that she had to do as her father told her to, and keep running. She had to follow her father’s panicked, yelled-out command and get as far away from those strange men as she could.
Who knew what would happen if she stopped running? She certainly didn’t, although it seemed as though her father did…
Eshanthi
plain clouds i LOVE it especially to fly to nyc, because it is the most beautiful and cool city in the world
but when i was young my ears hurt when i was flying, that was dumb
but now i love it :)
olli
‘The flight of the navigator’ was one of my favourite films. It took me to a place of wonder where childhood dreams of being taken up into the cosmos permeated my mind. It didn’t take long before I became the ‘navigator’, only stopping a while to ponder at my amazing adventures. It would be every imaginative child’s dream to be able to tranverse the universe, winning challenges from all comers and become a galactic hero, where on Earth, one barely rated a mention.
Veronica
the was a small airplaine pilot and people on it and stewardesses and a toy and some children and then a ball and a bathroom and coffee and the plane was going down and cheese and in flight meals and the something sick and lots of people on the plane guns chocolate thriller sea pin
Eric
I want to fly high.
Touch the clouds to see if u are able to feel them. I want to circle them to see them from every angle. They’re so beautiful.
But flight means more flying with a plane, huh?
Stupid.
Tengis
flights are fucked. mostly MY flights are fucked. my flight tomorrow is completely fucked. orbitz sold my ticket to US airways and didn’t tell me. my luggage goes one way while i go the other… a bit ridic! at least 1 week in maui has left me equipped to deal with such bullshit. i wish i could be a bird in flight, rather than a threatening human. no x-rays, laptops in separate bags, no shoes off.
rian rocky
no way, once again i must make the jaunt. it’s up to me to attend this funeral. trouble is, i don’t want to fly across the country to see a dead body. especially the dead body of my own mother. i hope she’s on flight as well — flying far, far away from this world and on to the next.
mennlay
I went to lisbon with a plane,
it was a great trip
but the plaintrip itself wasn’t great…
it was boring and plains smell badly
I even saw on tv that plains are bad for your health,
the have toxics in the air!
people just don’t know about it
willszz
i would love to take a whimsical flight of my dreams some day…t cover the oceans, the mountains and the plains. the ultimate fliht of fantasy…with no worries of whow, and what will happen in the future…the flight of freedom…from responsibilities, from worries, from care, from tensions, sadness..and all other sorrows…the flight to freedom, happiness and bliss
pallavi
i wanna go to kolkata…….on a flight!!!
home sweet home!!
khyati
the best day when i got to fly with a plane, best days when i dreamt about flying. the longest flight 11 hours, best dream: flying in the country side above trees. one of my dearest wishes: to be able to fly
andreea
drifting upon the winds of zephyrus, my wings spread open and I soar higher and higher into the great sea of clouds that obscure the heavens. It’s time like these that I wish my close friends were around to share with me.
D
birds of flight are nice to watch whether they are flying or on the ground. but still, their flight is much more amazing to look at as you see their mighty wings flap as they soar in the air.
au
They say ketamine feels like flying under silk. I had a dream wherein a jinn bestowed upon me the ability to command flight for others. weird synchronicities.
A.J.
I can’t believe I failed it, why can’t my body function like others? What’s going on in my life and why can’t I control anything around me? Why is Lisa awing at everything and why is Stew breathing so hard next to me… it’s a bit creepy…
and why do I have to ask so many questions and expect so much of myself and promise so much and always feel like I come through so little and why do I always have to know why? Why do I always have to accomplish everything I try or feel like a failure forever? and why can’t I find a normal relationship instead of guiding everyone I want into a relationship that I think would be better for them than I would and why do I get some kind of sick pleasure from that?
Why do desire relationships when they always turn out so bad and how can I still be friends with so many people that have hurt me, and why don’t I care if it’s a romantic relationship? I just could deal with a good friendship. Why am I still typing when my minute is up?
My world is always changing and I feel like I can’t keep up, and everyone around me seems to be doing so good and they make it look so easy… I don’t understand anything and yet sometimes I feel like I understand more than everyone else just because of that…
Loryn
Oh i again realised that i’ve already written about flight. It never ceases to amaze me that the birds have the power of flight. Although Heroes like Peter and Nathan Peterelli also do posses those power, the bird are all natural.
Thomas
i wish i was able to grow wings. no more constraints, just….. freedom.
joey
Sometimes I feel like I want to fly. It would be the most amazing feeling to fly without an aircraft or apparatus or anything of the like. At the same time, I feel like it’d be really scary. That freedom comes with certain apprehension. We want the restrictions that come with groundedness. Why is it that the things we long for so are also the things that frighten us the most?
Lauryn
One word is something that you can explain a lifetime with. One word is someones name that can tell a story or even someones last name that can tell a generation of stories. If I were to describe myself in one word it would be manic. Even writing this has become manic.
Kitty
traveling high in the air with a big group of people all trying to get to one destination
taryn rast
flight isa a fun word that means floating in air or gliding like a squirrel. altough not all squirrles glide some just go thump when they jump from a tree.
jukka isola
Birds in flight is a wonderful sight. The flight landed at the airport on schedule.
Flying from the self is the most dangerous flight.
Tony
Flight. Um birds in flight. Aeroplanes? My first time arg. Ok hang-gliders in flight.
What do I write? Poem? Prose? I really don’t know. This is all I could come up with, sorry.
Aristotle
And so there it took off, the plane that held the most annoying woman on the planet. I was glad but there was something I forgot to tell her, I’m sure. “I love you,” I said to no-one. I shudder, it doesn’t sound right, not when I think of her. My eyes search the sky and instead, I smile.
“Have a good flight.”
Christina
He took flight.
Without looking back at the girl that once made him feel better every time they talked.
She was gone now, and someone else had replaced her, a much bitchier version, still the same pretty face.
The one that haunted him every night.
Salma
The plane took off smoothly, but in my imagination there is always turbulence. The seatbelt light went off, but to my way of thinking it’s absurd to think that that could be a safe bet. In-flight magazines are nothing more than an official distraction from unofficial danger. Flight can kill.
susan
I think of birds and wings and butterflies and airplanes and how much I love to fly.
Darrah Marie
I fligh through the clouds. As i am soaring above the world completely, my thoughts clear, and my mind is at rest. Nothing becomes everything, and everything is nothing. And At that very moment, i realize, we realize, nothing matters to all. We are never complete. Take true to your words, as the words will do you no harm.
Alex
I think i feel I glide like seals I am high above you. Can’t catch the cloud lining silver dip, refining, like a mild coma. Dreaming, basking, sun kissed and lasting through an age of grace and knowledge. High over, down like a lover caught in a goose sheets, I remember what it means to have the wind in my fingers and for once I feel free.
amanda
it is one of the strangest things us as humans have done. Try to fly. if you look at a bird in the air its so interesting to try and understand their world. I could compare it to a motorcylclist who has always driven in cars in their life. They have never been out on their own, open to the world. Open to harm or danger. Now they are one with the world. A bird is always outside of this. At any moment they can spring away into the air away from harm. It could be said they live outside the law.
Derek Rowe
aeroplane. high in the sky polluting and no one thinks about the environmental consequences. what about the future? it’s scary.
so pretty.
although kinda scary.
imagine having that much power, that much ability.
you could literally fly over cities, buildings, into the heavens.
would that be scary?
hmmm… it would probably be more daunting than anything i can imagine.
you’d suddenly realise how small you are.
compared to… well…
everything else.
sure is pretty though.
you’d be free.
scared, but oh so free.
by yourself, with yourself, freedom.
flight.. i always wanted to be on a flight.. a flight which is high.. which is very high.. higher than any one else’s flight.. a flight that never gets over.. oh and yeah me and my hot crush on a never ending flight wow!!! just wanna kiss her on my last flight
I would love to hastily blog about flight, but I have to go catch a flight. Seriously.
I run.
and I run so fast.
as if I’m flying.
leaving.
running.
I cannot remain.
Must fly.
But how can I fly?
When I am tied.
Tied down, against my will of flight.
To escape into the skies with the eagles that soar.
That fly.
So easily.
So calm.
So free.
The flight of the free.
The flight of the trapped.
Will be even more epic.
i love taking flights to foriegn places they are so exotic and new especially the bars and swimming pools they are awesome
is the souls way of setting one free it is the air we breath our dreams, the life that we live and the hopes we betray. it is the limits to be met and the failures to be seeked the wonders we hold dear.
Flying is a sort of escape, a way to live life differently in a different scene. Experiences one would never have in an ordinary day is suddenly possible.
My flight was at noon, and while I was waiting at the airport I managed to meet all kinds of different people. One woman told me she was going home to visit family, and I, well, I was going to meet my new familiy.
chick
i want to be famous
a critic
a good writer
i want to be good at exams.
i want to be a doctor.
a best person.
likable.
lovable
Sometimes I really fear the idea that I’m going to keep escaping from things for the rest of my life. We believe that flight is going to help us, give us freedom, but the thing is that when you’re running all the time you learn that there’s very little freedom. You get tied to the idea of flight, so you’re not free at all. And I worry that for the rest of my life, I’m going to be flying, and that my feathers are going to be crippled, but there’s nothing I’ll be able to do about it.
She was running as fast as she could, but even that didn’t seem to be enough. The strangely dressed, eerie figures were still chasing after her, and after a few moments of running for her life, she didn’t dare to pause to look back, fearing that she wouldn’t be able to continue again.
The cold wind was sharp against her somewhat frozen skin, but that did not matter one bit; all that mattered was that she had to do as her father told her to, and keep running. She had to follow her father’s panicked, yelled-out command and get as far away from those strange men as she could.
Who knew what would happen if she stopped running? She certainly didn’t, although it seemed as though her father did…
plain clouds i LOVE it especially to fly to nyc, because it is the most beautiful and cool city in the world
but when i was young my ears hurt when i was flying, that was dumb
but now i love it :)
‘The flight of the navigator’ was one of my favourite films. It took me to a place of wonder where childhood dreams of being taken up into the cosmos permeated my mind. It didn’t take long before I became the ‘navigator’, only stopping a while to ponder at my amazing adventures. It would be every imaginative child’s dream to be able to tranverse the universe, winning challenges from all comers and become a galactic hero, where on Earth, one barely rated a mention.
the was a small airplaine pilot and people on it and stewardesses and a toy and some children and then a ball and a bathroom and coffee and the plane was going down and cheese and in flight meals and the something sick and lots of people on the plane guns chocolate thriller sea pin
I want to fly high.
Touch the clouds to see if u are able to feel them. I want to circle them to see them from every angle. They’re so beautiful.
But flight means more flying with a plane, huh?
Stupid.
flights are fucked. mostly MY flights are fucked. my flight tomorrow is completely fucked. orbitz sold my ticket to US airways and didn’t tell me. my luggage goes one way while i go the other… a bit ridic! at least 1 week in maui has left me equipped to deal with such bullshit. i wish i could be a bird in flight, rather than a threatening human. no x-rays, laptops in separate bags, no shoes off.
no way, once again i must make the jaunt. it’s up to me to attend this funeral. trouble is, i don’t want to fly across the country to see a dead body. especially the dead body of my own mother. i hope she’s on flight as well — flying far, far away from this world and on to the next.
I went to lisbon with a plane,
it was a great trip
but the plaintrip itself wasn’t great…
it was boring and plains smell badly
I even saw on tv that plains are bad for your health,
the have toxics in the air!
people just don’t know about it
i would love to take a whimsical flight of my dreams some day…t cover the oceans, the mountains and the plains. the ultimate fliht of fantasy…with no worries of whow, and what will happen in the future…the flight of freedom…from responsibilities, from worries, from care, from tensions, sadness..and all other sorrows…the flight to freedom, happiness and bliss
i wanna go to kolkata…….on a flight!!!
home sweet home!!
the best day when i got to fly with a plane, best days when i dreamt about flying. the longest flight 11 hours, best dream: flying in the country side above trees. one of my dearest wishes: to be able to fly
drifting upon the winds of zephyrus, my wings spread open and I soar higher and higher into the great sea of clouds that obscure the heavens. It’s time like these that I wish my close friends were around to share with me.
birds of flight are nice to watch whether they are flying or on the ground. but still, their flight is much more amazing to look at as you see their mighty wings flap as they soar in the air.
They say ketamine feels like flying under silk. I had a dream wherein a jinn bestowed upon me the ability to command flight for others. weird synchronicities.
I can’t believe I failed it, why can’t my body function like others? What’s going on in my life and why can’t I control anything around me? Why is Lisa awing at everything and why is Stew breathing so hard next to me… it’s a bit creepy…
and why do I have to ask so many questions and expect so much of myself and promise so much and always feel like I come through so little and why do I always have to know why? Why do I always have to accomplish everything I try or feel like a failure forever? and why can’t I find a normal relationship instead of guiding everyone I want into a relationship that I think would be better for them than I would and why do I get some kind of sick pleasure from that?
Why do desire relationships when they always turn out so bad and how can I still be friends with so many people that have hurt me, and why don’t I care if it’s a romantic relationship? I just could deal with a good friendship. Why am I still typing when my minute is up?
My world is always changing and I feel like I can’t keep up, and everyone around me seems to be doing so good and they make it look so easy… I don’t understand anything and yet sometimes I feel like I understand more than everyone else just because of that…
Oh i again realised that i’ve already written about flight. It never ceases to amaze me that the birds have the power of flight. Although Heroes like Peter and Nathan Peterelli also do posses those power, the bird are all natural.
i wish i was able to grow wings. no more constraints, just….. freedom.
Sometimes I feel like I want to fly. It would be the most amazing feeling to fly without an aircraft or apparatus or anything of the like. At the same time, I feel like it’d be really scary. That freedom comes with certain apprehension. We want the restrictions that come with groundedness. Why is it that the things we long for so are also the things that frighten us the most?
One word is something that you can explain a lifetime with. One word is someones name that can tell a story or even someones last name that can tell a generation of stories. If I were to describe myself in one word it would be manic. Even writing this has become manic.
traveling high in the air with a big group of people all trying to get to one destination
flight isa a fun word that means floating in air or gliding like a squirrel. altough not all squirrles glide some just go thump when they jump from a tree.
Birds in flight is a wonderful sight. The flight landed at the airport on schedule.
Flying from the self is the most dangerous flight.
Flight. Um birds in flight. Aeroplanes? My first time arg. Ok hang-gliders in flight.
What do I write? Poem? Prose? I really don’t know. This is all I could come up with, sorry.
And so there it took off, the plane that held the most annoying woman on the planet. I was glad but there was something I forgot to tell her, I’m sure. “I love you,” I said to no-one. I shudder, it doesn’t sound right, not when I think of her. My eyes search the sky and instead, I smile.
“Have a good flight.”
He took flight.
Without looking back at the girl that once made him feel better every time they talked.
She was gone now, and someone else had replaced her, a much bitchier version, still the same pretty face.
The one that haunted him every night.
The plane took off smoothly, but in my imagination there is always turbulence. The seatbelt light went off, but to my way of thinking it’s absurd to think that that could be a safe bet. In-flight magazines are nothing more than an official distraction from unofficial danger. Flight can kill.
I think of birds and wings and butterflies and airplanes and how much I love to fly.
I fligh through the clouds. As i am soaring above the world completely, my thoughts clear, and my mind is at rest. Nothing becomes everything, and everything is nothing. And At that very moment, i realize, we realize, nothing matters to all. We are never complete. Take true to your words, as the words will do you no harm.
I think i feel I glide like seals I am high above you. Can’t catch the cloud lining silver dip, refining, like a mild coma. Dreaming, basking, sun kissed and lasting through an age of grace and knowledge. High over, down like a lover caught in a goose sheets, I remember what it means to have the wind in my fingers and for once I feel free.
it is one of the strangest things us as humans have done. Try to fly. if you look at a bird in the air its so interesting to try and understand their world. I could compare it to a motorcylclist who has always driven in cars in their life. They have never been out on their own, open to the world. Open to harm or danger. Now they are one with the world. A bird is always outside of this. At any moment they can spring away into the air away from harm. It could be said they live outside the law.
aeroplane. high in the sky polluting and no one thinks about the environmental consequences. what about the future? it’s scary.