Timing Is A Bitch

This is departing in a cruelest way; counting days and still never enough.
I hate timing, and timing is such a pretty badass bitch.
And I feel the need
to punch
that bitch
in the face,
with a chair.

-S. Noor Airport
Tuesday, June 19th 2018 5:54 A.M
in an early morning flight to Surabaya.

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