every night when walking the dog i would see airplanes flying above. their lights would be blinking and they’d be gone within a few minutes… and every time i spot them i would imagine what it would be like to be on them again. it’s been a long time.. it’s so quiet at night around here.. being in an airplane just kicks ass. i wonder if there is anyone in vietnam who always has his head in the clouds like this. to people in vietnam, the dream is to come to america… strange that an american kid like me dreams to be in vietnam.
The world is mine……..

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