Friday, October 28, 2011

The Waiting Room

There is a waiting room,
where everyone comes,
at least once,
carrying nothing,
not even their own,
supposedly known
self.

The traveler is alone,
the destination unknown,
rather, there is none.
There are only journeys,
of different kinds
to different places
with different people.

The only pause is in
the waiting room.

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