Staring out airport windows

Spending time away looking at aimless passengers.

Trying to pigeon hole all of them based on very little information.

My imagination seems to always run amok.

Depersonalizing these strangers seems to make time go quickly.

The lack of sleep has blended days and shifted my perception of reality.

Ever since I lost my home and employment I’ve used the airport as my playground.

One of my favorites is the fighting couple with no children.

I create a whole story of how they got to the point they are fighting over minor travel details.

Then I connect them to my situation.

Slowly I lost my control.

So slowly I seemed to lose everything overnight.

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