Just been sitting here in the study; saw a vapour trail in the sky, some long lost jet. Watching a playthrough from an old game here on YouTube. I’m 27 now, and nothing seems to have changed. Lived abroad for three years, and now back again. That vapour trail was romantic to me once, but I then thought of myself jetting off on there, once. Just running away.
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