The liminal space is the area of transition,
the in-between of ‘here’ and ‘there’
Where everyone is a mere passer-by,
leaving behind no worries nor cares

The airport is such a place,
where people arrive and depart
Lingering for a moment or two before
separating amidst kisses and hugs

I used to go there alone in my teenage years,
when I was troubled & needed rest
It was my escapism,
my refuge from life’s occasional stresses

It felt like a different dimension
where time seems to stop,
Allowing me to take a breather and
sort out all my knotted-up thoughts

We will all smile, nod and speak politely,
but no one really knows who the other is
Perhaps it is precisely in our anonymity,
do we feel free and at ease.
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