my sweet sky zombies

We stand in line. Heads down, hands shoved deep in our pockets, eyes desperatly darting in all directions, shifting our wieght on each foot nervously. We are all getting on a plane that will take us in all different directions. Somewhere new, somewhere old, somewhere bad, somewhere good. We are all going somewhere. We've all got familes, a love, a friend, an enemy. We all have goals & regrets. But our faces are blank, our eyes dead. Our heart beating only enough to keep our zombie feet shuffeling. Who are you? You look hard and long at nothing. You flip the pages in your $8 magazine. I wish I knew you. I wish we could talk about where we are going, who we are meeting, who we are lossing. I wish we could laugh at the fat man who fell asleep and is snoring. I wish we could bitch about the man talking like an ass loudly on his cell phone. But alas we will go back to pretending we don't exist. We will never meet eachother, I will never know that you are going to cure cancer, or that your dogs name is molly, or that you were my soulmate, or that you are an amazing person. If your ok with that I guess I am too. Be safe my sweet sky zombies. I noticed you.

M.

LAX to Ohare.