The Aftermath Of Goodbyes

Seems only yesterday I walked into the fallacy of farewells. I felt being appreciated for once in my life for the fact that I was all alone to board a plane. This is the shape and taste of life I have been yearning for years. People had always amazed me, especially in airport. I wandered around so pumped up after I managed to convince my dad I can take it from here and chased him home. I definitely wasn’t having a delirium when I spotted two Irish couple chasing with time to catch their time, while teasing each other off heartlessly. I listened to a Korean and Spanish conversation, bumped people onto their knees with the huge ass trolley and then repeated for the next 2 minutes. But apart from all that, I have to admit the moist feeling that glittered through me when I observed many shapes of goodbyes and felt almost as if I just swallow a wasteful of happiness. I am groped at the millionth time gazing at those silent goodbyes. It’s incredibly beautiful, the human distance, yet incredibly disastrous. How did we ever survive it? Then it strikes me that what really matters at the end of the day was the once upon a time. We will be better again, or not.

Yesterday, I woke up in an airport.

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Soundtrack: Queensryche – Silent Lucidity