Too many days I have gone without noticing the overwhelming construction of these feelings. They built, and built. I was naive and turned my back to them, now i am in regret of it. My feelings were suppressed and now scattered. I lay in silence on the tracks. the haze from the northern fires surround. A train heard in the distance, i consider whether or not i should move, then decide ill wait. Drops of rain begin to fall, and with them, falls tears. Obscurity consumes. The grey gradually turns into black. The train, along with a new anxiousness nearing. A chill causing shivers and then a sudden screeching. My eyes open, a flash, then a forever silence.
