Fractures on an almost empty glass jar

Lying back as the wind rushes past my ears in a thunderous race to nowhere. Yet it doesn't seem like noise. Just a little taste of truly fresh air. A tired kind of bliss. . . A little water-skiing in my mind :).

Can anybody fly this thing?
Before my head explodes,
Or my head starts to ring.

We’ve been living life inside a bubble,
We’ve been living life inside a bubble.

Confidence in you,
Is confidence in me,
Is confidence in high speed.

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Engines off. Slowing down to a standstill. The immensely vast ocean is silent in the noon day sun. A bright kind of quiet. Wings flap noiselessly. Oh it's all just such a terrific blue!
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It's all crew-x atmo onboard now. One chopper-load's left already!! While the bunch that got off have been given shit bigtime over the last few days, they're the ones currently sitting on various flights home :|. I mean you just know you'll be given a hard time if you're leaving a full three days earlier than the rest :).

Currently: waiting for my chopper :)
Listening to: Coldplay - High speed