Suddenly nothing matters anymore when you’re above the clouds. At one point I wished the time would stand still. Then I would go outside, sit on the wing of the plane, and just gaze into the horizon. Looking at the clouds. Having a staring contest with the brightly shining sun. Maybe I would even look down. No afraid of heights, I would enjoy the view. It would be amazing. I would even wish that the time never starts running again. Just let me sit on that wing for eternity. No more getting hurt. No more betrayals. No more drama. Just me and the endless sky.