fifty-one: limbo

perhaps i am at the airport, waiting, waiting for the time to will itself away to the time it is ripe for me to go. all the goodbyes have been said and that time long gone by the now. i am truly in transition, far removed from friends and the inanimate one becomes accustomed with. all parts of this terminal explored, the whiffs of food, the artificial plant garden set up in the corner for those still clinging on to photograph - i am still here, no? - and even duty free, how aptly named for the bored and irksome traveller. it is a moment of the present past and the present future.

but presently, i am just in the library waiting for lesson to start.