Self Exile

I feel the cool breeze as I sit down in the car.

Waiting for the driver to take me to the airport.

Great it starts to rain.

The radio is playing some very generic music.

The kind that you hear in nursing homes or

Barber shop that your grand parent goes too.

I close my eyes and I wish it doesn't take long.

I really want to leave.

I look at much watch, hoping that I can speed up time.

No avail.

We are held up by some lights and traffic.

I breath deep and sigh.

I don't think the driver see's that I'm getting

Impatient.

I keep telling myself in my head, it's ok, your leaving

Things are going to get better.

The car jerks me out of this day dream.

I look out the window and the airport is near.

I can see the planes.

I can almost feel everything pulling away from me

As I get further from here.

I get to the area the taxi drops me off at.

I get a baggage handle and they take care of my stuff.

I don't really care about it.

I go through the sliding doors and see the line at the

Check in booth.

I wait silently, eye flitting with the young girls in the other lines who are what I think are escaping too.

I get to the Che k out, run through all the normal things.

Get to the security line and go through that as the $12.50 an hour security gives me the look up and down.

I the to the flight attendant and he gives me my ticket back and shows me my seat. First class you know.

I wait in my seat.

Everything is taking forever.

As we traffic down the runway and lift with ease into

The air and into oblivion. . .

Aug 15/12