Wednesday, August 23, 2017

twelve hour flight, a marathon jaunt from the nasty technological security systems where my prized mint sauce was taken by a fucking robot in uniform to kuala lumpur where they steal a tiny tube of tooth paste from me. but it's not 100mg i protest. rules he says. but i already had it approved by the uk customs and you guys when i checked in. rules, he says. i hand him the 100mg and mutter stick the toothpaste and your rules.
the second leg of the flight was empty, i nab four seats and sleep the entire way arriving fresh. e tickets rule, efficient and stress free. my driver waiting for me.
mission control looks lonely. 
in the morning i head dow to the beach for my routine swim and coffee. it's brilliant, clean, fresh and sunny. the birds natter away, colour fills the skies, everything back to paradise. but i miss people, family i hung out with, jakob. it's a strange feeling.
i have a few days before i get back to work. a few days to work out what comes next. 

5 comments:

speedsexy69 said...

Welcome home... ~SS

captain mission said...

agent speedsexy thank you :)
where did you get to?

speedsexy69 said...

I took a long trip off a short-sighted universal plank. Maybe I just found myself between characters within my soul? Never know with a schizophrenic…do you? I mean we are ourself but I never seem to stop long enough to see all facets of the truth within. I’m writing at pollyincubus.blogspot.com. Stop by and say hi. Love your entries as always…truly a fan. Oh, and congrats on your new writing expedition. Will this be Captain Mission Volume Two?

captain mission said...

a plank called max. universal indeed agent speedsexy. i'm coming over to your place.

speedsexy69 said...

Always happy to have you visit, Mission.