Staring into space,
With feet swaying away,
soft patters of rain falling,
the song looping in the background
everything felt familiar.
Everything was so quiet.
Maybe it was the silence,
or the loudness inside
the never-ending train,
a ride so loud and messy,
clattering through tunnels of memory,
but moving painfully slow,
stretching every second into hours.
The cold slowly creeping in;
better than the loneliness,
at least something could be felt.
2 a.m. thoughts racing,
the light shining bright
better than the darkness.
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