what was once the only thing...

...has transformed into everything.

I have never been so calm in an airport before. This is usually the place that engenders in me the most bestial, brutal feelings. I am usually turning green and slipping into some purple cutoffs. It isn't just the perceived organization of airports or even the advertisement barrage, but it is just how transitional they are.

Airports are one place that I have never been able to be content in or thankful for. They are the farthest thing from home. Familiar, sure, but comfortless because it is all just amusement here to keep your vitals at "just so" in order to ensure your body gets on that plane whether or not your soul ever made to the airport is irrelevant. I have floated soulless as the tomato sitting my window sill back home through many airports. But right now I feel full. Yes I had an airport Pizza Hut Express pizza but I feel fulfillment as well.

I should be discontented. Due to reasons undisclosed to me my flight from Denver to LAX was delayed three hours so no I am departing at 12:30 am Mountain Time. But I feel warm and fresh. I am tired but I am alert. I am practically alone save for about five custodians who keep passing with their large yellow trash cans on wheels. I feel in control in a place I usually feel under attack and helpless. I am going to hold on to this.

hope for a tree cut down

Whoa, I apologize for leaving that utterly life-sucking entry up so long. Well, I mean, I know it is still "up" but now it is not the last thing I have posted and therefore the last thought I have left some people concerning my current state.

So apologies.

ahhhhhh, good lord, my headache!