Elevation
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1 min readOct 31, 2017
The room is narrow
Everything is in it’s exact position
Like a perfectly lined set of teeth
As soon as you sit in your assigned seat
You feel the claustrophobic atmosphere
Consuming you in a heart beat
It is time for you to take a deep breath
While you observe your surroundings
In case you are part of an unlucky list
Your last day could be spent with strangers
Everything about it is nothing more than uncomfortable
But makes you feel equally content
It is bittersweet like lemonade,
And inevitable like death
With hopes of a serene journey
There is no telling where you can go
What you can do
And who you can be