Did you really have to look?
Now you're conflicted.
I don't want to keep blaming you, but you did this to yourself.
Okay, so fine. I understand. Completely.
But I did warn you that this isn't going anywhere. Not without you realizing that nobody can go back to the past.
So stop. Please.
I hate seeing you like this. I hate it when you purposefully shove yourself down a spiral.
You are beautiful, you are so much more than this.
You are smart, you are brave. Not always, but you are when it matters.
And that's what matters.
So forget all this crap and move forward. The past is undeniably shitty, but the future is bright, I promise.
You belong in the light.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts on the Train
PoetryAn hour in the morning. An hour at night. I take the train to and from work six days a week. Sometimes I read or watch videos on my phone to pass the time. Other times, when my mind grows quiet, words start stringing out of me like rabbits in a magi...
