Midnight Travelers

They wait folded up in chairs enduring long layovers in US airports, delays, cancelled flights, missed connection due to excessive drunkeness in the streets of Las Vegas, coiled up like snakes fighting to get some sleep the past week has seeked to escape. I know the feeling doing time in so many international airports throughout the world, flights abroad leave at certain times, very infrequently, once a day, miss that flight, might as well head back into town for another night beating the going, trying to stay up or not sleep through another alarm. From excessive indulgence to bad timing, I have had to stay up more than a few days at a time to get back home, completely derranged, possessed, and erased, life becomes a thin film of existence, celluloid, can't understand anyone, just nod, grunt, and attempt to say a few words, no one can understood me. I watch these midnight travelers in the early morning as I catch a domestic flight to somewhere in America, still somewhat jealous that they are off out into the larger world, a world much grander in scale than the crap they sell here in the states, but soon I will be out amongst them once more, free for a brief time to live with judgement.