#2192

A plane full of strangers
with the same battered skin.
A plane full of strangers
with the same fear of dying alone.
Our fingers freeze at
the thought of clasping others,
yet we howl for someone else to say,
‘I’ve been there.’

Stop existing in transit.
Transform that stranger into a somebody.
Exclaim your hello’s with confidence.
Command the attention you deserve.

Write a chapter so adventurous
that it forever has a place
in your ever-changing past.

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