do you ever feel sometimes like you’re locked on an island. and you’ve a plane to escape. said plane which; if gained, would be what you’ve dreamed of for years. merely the change in your despicable state is welcome. this plane could possibly carry you to wonderful heights. a wonderful new life is attainable by this apparatus. however, it has a flaw. one that could cause the plane to come crashing and burning down, carrying you and it into the sea. the plane, on one hand, considering what it can potentially offer; is a blessing. while on the the other hand, it’s a horrible curse. if the plane didn’t exist, your situation would seem better, in that nothing better is attainable. in such a state, one finds a comfort in where they are, however horrible. but since the plane exists, even in its flawed state, it haunts you. you are terrified of making this move towards what could be undoubtedly better, and personally freeing. the plane keeps you from moving. the choice to move is halted by the terrifying knowledge that the effort could crash and burn.
damn the plane.