The funny thing about airplanes is.

I mowed lawns with my father today for the last time this summer. It's our time alone to shoot the shit and talk about what we've been pondering and whatnot. And these were some thoughts of mine.

Attraction is one fucked up thing. It's comfort, control, abuse, misuse, sometimes one-time use. It can be a noose. It can break someone, or break someone loose. It can make acute into obtuse. You'll never know throughout the feeling, what the end will produce.

Fear, anguish, terror. 

Love eternal, passion, hope.

Or

"I love you all for the same reasons that I couldn't shoot crippled horses." -Gaza lyric

It can make a grown man cry, it can make a young man want to die.

It can push you to new limits and further your mind.

Or it can be the reason you don't believe in wearing a seatbelt anymore.

It's so tiresome, so exhausting. But the world turns because of attraction, it stays a certain distance from the sun from it, we are pulled to the ground by it. Humans were meant for it.

I suppose it could be a good answer for that eternal question of, "Why are we here?"

It's what makes the world go around.

It's what will be the end of the world.