Another flight. When boarding the thought came to me: what am I doing? Walking around airports with a suitcase, pretending to be all important by flying all over the place. Living out of the suitcase, and onto my next destination. Whats the point of it all?
What am I looking for, if anything? One day, when I am old and alone, I will look back and realise all of this was so pointless. All the flights, all the traveling, all those miles... They will one day lose their significance.
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