A pilot, who is responsible for hundreds of lives every day flying them to their destinations, gets the blast from the past. His life gets turned upside down by one of the passengers on his flight. Will he let that blast from the past fly by him?
I've started writing to cope with my bad thoughts. The poems will have triggering content, as this is mostly for when I feel suicidal or self-harm urges. The writings in here will mostly be dark. Maybe someone will like them, though.