It must be lonely being an airport.
People moving through you,
sticking around for as long as necessary before moving on.
To all, you are a gateway home or to the world beyond.
You see everything. Joy and sorrow, tears and laughter.
Families parting, couples breaking, friends greeting and people grieving.
To be able to encompass so much and observe with such depth into the intricacies of humanity,
but not be appreciated enough for anyone to willingly stay.
Such tragedy, but life feels like that often doesn't it?
People coming by, paths crossing briefly, sharing in some of the more intimate details and moments of their lives, and then watching them move on.
But no matter how many times that happens, you can never lose the feeling that the next one that comes by, might just be the one.
