shesnoangel

i found a viewing area in the airport that seemed to have escaped everyones memory over the years. the yellow speckled linoleum and ochre coloured leather bench didn't help to hide it's age. so i sat there and watched the planes come and go. i had no reason to be there at all. i just hoped i would find a feeling that i'd lost there months ago.

airports have a way of trapping the emotions of the millions of travellers who have passed through their doors. when i enter them i can almost feel all the happiness and sadness together. it feels muggy and it hits me as if it were steam in the air. all at once i want to cry...out of sadness or happiness, i'm never quite sure.

so i sat there and watched the sun gradually disappear beyond the fall horizon. the lights on the runway which seemed dim before became bright as the sky turned into a dark azure. i started to only hear the rush of the plane engines and the rhythm of my breathing.

i felt so still and i had become so entranced with my surroundings that i hadn't noticed the tears falling down my cheeks and leaving drops on my shirt.

i picked up the candy wrappers that had seemingly dropped to the ground and stood up to leave. i had sat there for hours and no one even knew.