unsigned and without sound

you want to know

but you don’t want to accept the fact that no matter where you are in the world, time does go on, life does move on, and that not everything is static when you leave. there are worlds that collide and lines that divide, and at the center of everything is you because you are in the middle between airports and time zones and connecting flights. you are not special and nothing stays even when you go. i’d like to stay, but it’s hard when you have lives here, there, and a piece of you left wherever else in hotel rooms around the world.