sometimes when the pain is too much,

i will close my eyes,

and i'm standing in an airport.

there's people rushing to leave,

and they don't even notice me,

for how could they?

i'm just like them.

i see a suitcase,

filled with my problems and pain.

that one i'll leave at the baggage claim.

i can smell the coffee,

coming from all the little shops.

i can hear the movies,

and the music that never stops.

most people only see anxiety,

but i am moving on,

i'm leaving,

i see opportunity.