Waiting For the Future

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This is going to be the start of my life, no turning back. My whole life I have been a caterpillar in a cocoon, in my own little world where nothing can touch me. Now I’ve escaped I'm stretching my wings and taking flight, it’s only a short distance however compared to the distances I will have to fly in the future. I’m waiting in line, waiting again. This time to walk through a tunnel toward my future. I watch the people in front of me moving oh so slowly.  How can they just stand there when my life is in such disturbance, if only they knew my story. I wonder what story the person in front of me and the person behind me has. Are their lives in such disturbance as mine? I think not, for they wear expensive suits and hold a brief case in one hand and a travel mug in the other. They must be regulars, I think, for they bring their own mugs. A mug was the last thought on my mind when I woke up in the early hours of the morning, sleep deprivation isn’t my thing. I suppose I can catch up on my missed sleep, or maybe not as I look down and see my hand quivering. My hand is encased in the much loved gloves of my mother, one of my most prized possessions. Forget sleep, I will not rest a peep in the time of my travels for I might miss something that goes past me, in front of me or even behind me.

I wonder if I will meet someone like me on the same journey perhaps? Someone else who took months to plan, weeks to pack clothes, only to then repack the same clothes when their mood changed? I can't be the only one.