Who wants to wait…without a phone…or a book?
Who wants to count the number of people who comes and goes?
Who wants to stare at vehicles slowly getting filled and moving out of the lot?
Who wants to fall in a line that doesnt move?
Who wants to see change happening to all that is in front of you except for the place you are in?
Who wants to see people and situations moving forward and leaving you behind?
Not a lot.
Only those who are forced to be in that situation.
Only those who, by an unfortunate swing of fate, lost her only means to communicate with people.
Only those who, by an unfortunate swing of fate, lost her only means to communicate with people.
And in this night, only me.
