My world as I know it is finally coming to an end
The last few bricks now crumble
I could say that
These are the saddest days of my life
(so dont expect me ... to behave perfectly.
getting a sinking feeling ...)
And yet changes always remind me of the airport feeling
180 degrees, always. For me. I miss my airport self
I walk in with the terrible grief of being again uprooted
And I walk out with the exuberance of being free
Do I really?
I dont know
I just try to remind myself that the deep dark vaccuum
Of the world of those who belong to nowhere and noone (least of all themselves)
Is not that scary,
beyond the eon long moment of the jumping in