we wait, we wait, we wait. where are we going? where are we from? the air is stale, the people are jaded. there are lovers, families, the sailors of the sky. behind the glass we watch the world pass. the ground is patchwork, dotted with ants but down here we wait. we stand on moving side walks or we run as fast as we can. don’t miss your flight. you always wait so many goddamned hours, switching from chair to uncomfortable chair. we eat our fast food, quiet & alone. ‘we are now boarding flight 178 from shithole to sunshine’ just wait, wait, wait. we’re scribbling in our note books waiting for the plane to take us far away, so we can start again.
