Airplane mode on.
No bars, no names—
nothing coming through.
The noise drops all at once.
I don’t reach for anything.
Airplane mode.
I don’t check what I miss.
I don’t guess who’s calling.
The world keeps its distance.
So do I.
Airplane mode.
Time moves without alerts.
The light stays the same.
I don’t measure what passes.
I just let it.
Airplane mode.
No signal, no return—
not escape, just quiet.
I don’t disappear.
I stay here undisturbed.
Airplane mode.
