Prison at the rooftop
Date: 7/10/2012 7:40:01 PM
Sometimes sitting alone on the rooftop feels like someone has jailed me. Whenever an airplane passes over the sky feels like some war is going around the world to me.
Sky never felt as prison but looking at this war from my half sleepy eyes makes my roof one. After some time like the attack I loose myself to peaceful sky. Then there fly some birds, singing always cautious as if they fear of new attack. I hide myself from them because as a flying object they can bomb too. No?
Here goes another airplane to east. Have you ever counted how many airplanes pass over your head in one day?
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