Lost in Transit

The airport is a place of stories.

People like it because it leads to their destination.

People hate it because it means leaving.

For me, the airport is like a microcosm of a life stage.

You are in transit.

with hope,

feel lost,

The past is the past.

The future is the future.

You are lingering between them,

in this special time, in this special place…

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