departures and arrivals

wandering through no mans land. Ambushed by fluroscent lights and memories of other lives. In these transient places i am every version of myself that has passed through these gates. The sentimentality leeches through the sterility.....and for a moment i miss those other lives. Faces scrubbed fresh with ambition. Matches lit to burn fast and bright. In cold beer gardens we remind ourselves with maps masked as recollections. And suddenly i remember where i have always been.