Go Back Flight 1116 to Amsterdam By Jasmine Low Unpublished / unperformed Written November 2010 Copyright Jasmine Low   Where does it all go? Memories, experiences, information a human like you or I learnt, paid for, embraced for the duration of our lives Where does it all go? What a waste it is, I feel That my passion for Escher's art Appreciation of Jeff Buckley A knowing of intimate No Black Tie gigs by Ady Suwardy Or the beauty in curt prose spoken by Tshiung Han See Would diminish the moment I depart Thoughts must be retained, stored as energy The greater the resistance, the greater the Inertia So it doesn’t crash through to the generations Unless I sit them around me and tell the story Where does it all go? Thoughts. White clouds. Black rain. Acid. Soap down the tubular canals. Into the deep blue sea. Transformed to red. Pollutants. Fire up my dreams. I write these unprocessed thoughts. These raw ideas. From above clouds. On Flight 1116 to Amsterdam. Do we all just die with such rich thoughts Only to return as a better informed being? Plagiarising will give u callouses and bad breath.   Copyright 2004-2011 Jasmine Low. Send comments and feedback to girl_gungho@yahoo.com