The sky is clear.
It's one of those days when you'd rather be out and enjoy the warmth.
Yet I feel it coming.
I feel a storm brewing, carrying a foreboding intensity I can't put a finger on.
I shouldn't be paranoid.
Happy, hopeful thoughts should fill my head and I'm supposed to believe in them.
But my fear's growing bigger.
It's beginning to overwhelm me with ill emotions, indigestion and panic.
I'm fighting inside.
Containing the spreading void within me is the only way I'll be free.
But before it comes, oh please...
Let nothing bad happen to my peaceful world of stars and butterflies.
Listen to the reasons.
And consider keeping things in this moment, even for just a while longer.
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Thoughts on the Train
PoésieAn 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...
