Don't be afraid.
The apostrophe is purposeful -
It connects you to your neighbour,
Although this is your terminal
You're permeable. Like the apostrophe.
I pass through you. Like aircrew
Only here for the flight, and not the
Destination. I digress. I must alight.
This is my terminal, and we are not connected.
Do not be afraid.
Hope is difficult to find, and even harder to bottle.
The time has come, the girl did say,
To speak of many things,
To see the tower and the palace stand,
A home to Kings and Queens.
Now the sun is here to shine it's fearful rays on me -
The girl most royal of all.
To be fair and wise, and beautiful,
And to break all protocol.
Like every day,
Oh, so lonely.
Or who can say
Towards who knows?
On this sea.
I cannot be.
I cannot move.
I want to swallow myself whole
and feel this pain implode on itself.
I want to bite my flesh
and spit poison on the street.
I want to claw my face off
and look the way I feel: an old onion.
I want to die now
and take this weight off these tired feet.
I am nothing to no-one.
Like a comet, you cannot find me.
Only catch a glimpse.
Out of the corner of your eye.
As I disappear in a blink.
To someone else's space.