My Thanksgiving weekend is over, Morocco is over, and I’m ready to fly home to London. I have been travelling all day. I took a bus from Tangier, Morocco to the boat terminal in Cueta. From Cueta I took the ferry to the Port of Algeciras. This is where I caught a coach bus from Algeciras to Malaga, Spain. My next stop is home, but my flight is not till 6:45am. Finally in Malaga with 5 hours to kill. What will I do? Run to the last bus going to the airport which is where I will sleep and lay my head. Something so simple felt so miserable.

Eye closing slowly

Wandering for power plus

The absence of souls

Silence creeps like chills

Like sleeping on rocks and knifes

A homeless one, frost bite