Train Ride:
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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