In the air

The last ten weeks have been a dream
A dream with empty moments
Blank spaces
Floating along through the minutes of the day
Countless nothing actions
Countless nothing people
I fragment on the surface there
Each piece slowly drifting away from the others on the current
Spreading in a random pattern

In four days I’ll be in the air
Travelling to another place in another time
Space away from the currents of this life
Still floating