Busy Mind At The Airport...

i'm at the airport
contemplating
how many people
pass
through

i'm at the airport
waiting for a plane
same plot, different sequel
a novel
to write

i'm at the airport
stressing my brain
for the words that i feel
right
now

i'm at the airport
with somebody in my mind
thinking about the seal
between
it all

i'm at the airport
watching all the people
rushing around like clowns
busy
or... are they?

i'm at the airport
and i'm about to board
and i wanted to tell you
just how i felt
but i was out of earshot.

~I Miss you all. Especially you. with a capital u.

Love,
Digress and the non-traditionalist

P.S. I'm an Iconoclast