I don't need comments, only memories. There's no one here, just people passing by in a rush. They don't have nothing to say, they don't have nothing to add. Like me, when my eyes turned to another colour.
Time to go home. Time to fly somewhere else. Seated in a room, watching the ground, sending messages, looking at the airport employees and at the last moment, someone broke the silence... it was someone smoking in the toilets... It wasn't me.
My eyes turned to their real colour.
Time to boarding. Still no one there. Just passengers.
[photo by Anna @ Warsaw Airport (PL), 23 Sep '07]