planes go by

sometimes i look around a room, or in this case an airport, full of people and try to find out what they're thinking. i look at the way their eyebrows are arched, the look they have in their eyes, the way they are sitting, and i try to read their mind. it's weird though, the fact that people are talking in their minds, and we can't hear them, and how they could be wondering the same exact thing, "i wonder what everyone else is thinking?"

i am leaving, doing someplace new, going to where i can't be reached. i am finally setting myself free. in a couple of hours, i'll be free. i can't believe it, finally. for the first time are my eyes bleeding of joy.