Wishing On Planes. Hoping For Miracles.

It caught us by surprise, really. Reeled us in and even though you swore otherwise, you ran right to it, tearing your blindfold off in the process. A fool, you called yourself, for letting your ego take hold and choke your logic.

I waited in the wings, patiently, or forgetting for numerous years. And now, after a late night of marveling and discovering, I find myself unable to fathom the complexity of the situation. But I digress.