A Vapid Void.
Perhaps this is why I have a liking for airports.
The feeling of going somewhere, nowhere, everywhere or just anywhere.
If I could, and I know I can, I would go to the airport every weekend with a bag packed and sit there, order a coffee and watch people. Watch and feel their rush of leaving or arriving, perhaps receiving. To feel both excitement and dread so closely intertwined together, that you have to read in between the lines to figure out what one is actually feeling. To hear the planes whiz past right above, and feel a part of that madness.
I would be that space
'in between the lines'
that people often ignore - for I would just sitting there, empty minded, hoping to belong and be filled with something - anything; that would stop me from being this vapid void that I currently am.
Because the way I see it, even the colour grey has some character compared to me.