D12

D12, Rainbow kissed skyline, Independence.
Independence coursing through my veins.
British accents, sparkling peach black tea, linoleum.
Greasy food from the cafe next door.
Pleather chairs, cold and stiff.
Fuji apple Pear life Water.
Text messages from afar.
Pencil to paper.
Uninterrupted hours, Olympic update
Buildings clothed in shadows.
Me, just me an the world.
Stained carpets.

Everyone waits to go on their next adventure.
We all aim toward the same goal, waiting for our mechanical bird to fly us through the skies, but we all approach it so uniquely. Some with impatience, some desperate to kill the time, some so absorbed in each other or in their other activities, or the food they eat. They barely recognize the beauty of the chaotic symmetry that surrounds them. Our minds are so full, so aware, but are we aware of all the wrong? Is that what causes our anxiety and our stress? Not enough deep breaths or pauses. Too busy in the past or future to appreciate the present? This moment? Our surroundings? This is what feeds our soul. Ponder carefully how you choose to feed it and what you choose to feed it with. This building, so cold, so formal, so bare, yet full of so many stories, homecomings, goodbyes, new journeys, end of journeys, A breath of fresh air after a time of being lost. So many warm bodies, passing each other, not knowing each others names, barely even noticing each other. We are all too self absorbed. As I write this I realize the amount of time I am wasting, making sure my words are out, like they are so important, like they will change a thing, but you can say all the words you want. You can learn all the things in the world , and have more "eureka" moments then anyone, but unless you are a true living model of all your eurekas, your life will never progress and your mind will be nothing but wasted potential.

Plaid suitcases, tennis shoes.
Darkened skylines, lights sparkling in the distance.

I am no better, and no worse then my surroundings, and in this moment, we are all the same. In this moment, we are no more or no less important then one another, as we wait to go on the same plane, to the same destination. Everything we've been through, everyone we've come across has led us to this moment. This fated moment. And now we wait. Wait....