Maksym Mazur

Everyone on a plane is flying for a reason.
Some are leaving home, some are coming back.
Some are chasing someone they love,
others are running from someone they used to be.

A few stare out the window, replaying the last goodbye.
Some are quiet, holding memories they’ll never speak of.
Others are dreaming — of new cities, clean slates, softer days.

Above the clouds, everything feels equal.
Every seat holds a story: heartbreak, hope, change, beginning.
And for a few hours, we all drift together —
suspended between who we were,
and who we’re about to become.

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Every window holds a life — a heartbeat, a secret, a moment that no one else will ever see.

Some are laughing, some are breaking, some are simply trying to make it through another night.

It’s strange how close we are, and yet how little we know about the worlds glowing beside ours.

Behind every light, a story — and maybe, somewhere in the dark, someone feels the same way you do.
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