Waiting room

Living in a waiting room

nothing lasts more than a few seconds

being in transit is the only constant

people, loves, fears, come and go

some times I wish them to stay a little longer but that isn't possible

waiting rooms also have rules

there are not farewells, there are not welcoming parties

there is only ambiguity

this vacuum full of juxtaposed forces and feelings

Now that the time of departure is almost here ...  again

I am afraid of leaving

my bare feet are hanging upon the floor

unsure of the path to follow

I am leaving or I am going back?

Pessoa's verses are in my head

speaking to me

hunting me

warning me???

Partir!
Nunca Voltarei
nunca voltarei porque nunca se volta.
O Lugar a que se volta é sempre outro,
A gare a que se volta é outra.
Já nao está a mesma gente, nem a mesma luz, nem a mesma filosofia.
Partir! Meu Deus, partir! Tenho medo de partir!... 

Fernando Pessoa