There again
I was on a flight
looking down at the land below the craft
at trillion of lights twinkling in the night
feeling the speed of the Boeing-737 zooming across the sky
and my heart as light as a feather, free like a bird.

No matter how far were the journeys
and countless time i've been on board
I still love flying.
To be on the plane
to be in the air
imagining myself touching the clouds
and reaching the edge of the globe.

Soon as the pilot made an announcement for landing
the plane started to descent
and my heart started to sink, hating the presence of gravity
pulling me back to the reality.

If i were to choose again
I would have done aviation. =p