I loved to hear the sound of plane taking off.. or landing.
Far aside the airport gate.
Or seeing the reflections of people passing through the glasses hallway..
Their silhouettes..
Looks like a hope.
It has always been, as if, they're home for me.
Or i've been there my whole life, watching over them.
As sometimes, it crossed my mind..
Whether it is the right time to leave a goodbye and find a whole new moon.
Or just stood and wondering if my longest wait would be ended soon.
I dont know..
The airport..
and the thought of you.
Been waiting for that moment..
for two.- SNDiandra, September 2015
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The Airport, Moment for Two
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