the arrivers

she said, there are always two types of arriver: the one who looks forward to their destination and the one who looks forward to leaving their point of departure.

i grunted.

so, which one are you?, she asks.

if you look forward to arriving to your destination, it is already assumed you cannot wait to leave your current location. i snapped at her. what kind of question was that?

one knows where she’s going. the other only knows she has to leave. she told me, took out the syringe, and plunged it in her arms.

i watched her drift away.


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