In Transit

This world is full of things in transit.

Something is "on it's way", in between the point of origin and the final destination.

Package, life, heart, soul...

We all are.

I've been expecting this box of books for a while, which came from a slow boat from the east. Since the original sender's address is no longer valid, if it couldn't make it to this side, it wouldn't be able to go back to that side.

I think one of the most tortured state of mind is; lost in transit, can't go forward, can't go back...