Sitting right, not cozy.
Unsure of the right position.
Knuckles cracked.
Windows blind.

Eyes shut tight, to block any light.
Breath held.
1,2,3,4.
Exhale, start again.

"What am I doing this for?"

Neck tense.
Roll it around some more.
Stand up, stretch my legs.
The last person is now on board.

Sit down, try again.
Window's eyes still shut tight.
"Hello, hi."
"Haha, me too."
The passenger to my side seem alright.

Chew some gum, for the nerves.
Muffled voices around me, go unheard.
Aches to my sides, adjust myself once more.

"What am I doing this for?"

Trays up.
Seatbelts clicked.
Pressure against my chest.
Arm rest gripped.

Flying.

Soaring.

Altitude rising.
Blinds wide open.
Warmth of the sun, settling in.

Here, I've made it.
There's no going back.

This one way ticket.
The key to my door.
Everything else behind.

This is for me.
This is mine.