I say goodbye at airports.

True story. This has happened twice to me which is more than I expected. The likelihood of these events seem minute, but then again when you see where I've been and the nature of my purposeful floating, it's also not that surprising.  I find it rather strange but very appropriate. As I traverse the borders of the unknown, I sacrifice their love. Sometimes I wonder if I sacrifice my own in the process, but in the end of it all, I do what I love and that's what keeps me flying.