The Terminal

[yearninsunshine]

I am literally, lost in translation. I'm in the Las Vegas airport borrowing their internet until my delayed plane finally arrives to give me my last feebles steps home. I am exhausted and sick of hauling luggage on planes/trains and off planes/trains, customs, and fighting the flawed system that is our airports. I'm not even going into detail, but

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Will Ziller - you didn't call me, even though I waited for you.

[anonymous]

Pain fills giving motivation, forcing you to feel.
Emptiness, you know it’s there and cannot fill it
Friends, loved ones, and nothing else can spread the gap.
People aren’t important and there is nothing else
No point.
Without recognition life has no meaning
Judging one’s self by others opinion is the only form of measure.
Yet it brings no joy.
People fight for life, yet death is the only resolution
I pray for resolution, a reason to give up.
Death is my inevitable.
I feel no pain from this.