July 28, 2019**

For an aviator the naps are nice.

Passengers in-flight, they wake up and time ain’t right.

Stuck in the time-zone before — landing feels a quarter past 4.

First captains they cannot sleep; night after night they fly and repeat.

Manning big airplanes as attention en-route.

Flying into the blue; it’s our interpretation of the above hue.

For pilots it’s all they fly through.

No drug for the flying eyes lit.

We look up to lights soaring under stars — always thank the pilots.

No love, no sleep; as tonight they’ll repeat.

I wrote through the night to finish an 8 month flight.

Now with my beta readers to inform me if book one’s alright.

Proof’s in the mail as I type.

And the aviator rest to later man the metal through night.

A journey of untold stories; I often felt weak, wanted to give up, but avoided the phonies.

Writing’s my destined worry.

By turning a worrier into a warrior.

What passenger books a flight under broken wings.

Low ratings for prices are great as seen.

Here’s to manning the mental you’ll soon read.

A flying warrior who looks to ThePeople for the unseen.


Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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