it started three weeks ago on the lower floor, apprehensive, excited.
the shutters slide open, closed, open, closed.
you watch people's faces as their lives flood in through the sliding glass doors.
Your standing there, smiling.
there is nothing you can do.
you watch people's faces as their lives just drain away through the sliding glass doors.
in one building, separated by only a staircase.
Your standing there, hopeless
I changed my mind on airports.