Elegy of Two Paper Plane Pilots

On the night or morning (call it as you will) of the 26th of March, 2-3 a.m. an incident occured. I will not go so far as to call it an accident. The life of one boy ended and the lives of numerous more remained, irrevocable altered for all time to come.

In a fast car rash stoppage, not meant to be, the lights were turned out for a friend's friend. I did not really know him. His name was...it doesn't matter to me what his name was. I couldn't spell it even if I wanted to. But a life ended, and that is important.

No one can claim to say that he is in a better place now (for it may not exist), or that it was just his time (who has the right to judge?), but I can say that it is done, and no amount of remorse, guilt or grief will alter that fact. Death does not take a curtain call.

So let us not look inward.

So let us not take time.

So let us not heal.

Let us be.

He had a few good friends. They knew him. I just happen to know them.

One of our mutual friends shared a happier part of his life with him and for that I have reason to be grateful to him. The elegy below, is written by that friend of mine, dedicated on behalf of another of their mutual friends. The insanity of the attempt to elucidate anothers thought is as insane as the act of bereavement itself, so for those purposes it shall do.

Written by : Noah

On behalf of Rajs to the memory of Babloo

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Elegy of Two Paper Plane Pilots

we were 2 eagles with gigantic wingspans
looking down at black clouds

thinking they looked like great domes

too lazy to fly,

we were just gliding our way home

we were 2 drunks on the k-block terrace

looking up at black clouds

mouths open

wondering if the've come from paris

2 kids playing football

2 friends in a swimming pool

always cracking stoopid jokes

sometimes cracking good ones too

(hehehahahuhu)

we were two 20 year olds

getting high for the first time

2 fools crashing scooters,

and giggling like monsters

at 3's and 4's past midnights

and playing roadrash

to find answers to life

in that world,

where we walked back from school together,

where i broke beautiful ashnara hearts

and taught them to come back to life

and jet airways sucked

and you made sups work half-time,

there was only

babloo avenue

and rajstruck airlines.

and most of all

(and through it all),

we were 2 idiots

flying over white clouds

over little floridas n romes

in paper planes

that we had made at home.