Snippets

Trains

We often forgot what we spoke of.
The question,
"What were we talking about, again," left our mouths more times then we can remember. When words don't slip out of our lips,
                     a brief silence does.

An outsider once remarked that we couldn't hold a conversation

          like teenagers should.

What she mistaken as an awkward break of conversation, was

      a       second       of          reflection.

The train of thought, that only held us thinkers, had went too far to go back to the conversation. We don't usually find ourselves stopping at a station to talk and ask about insignificant things.

Eventually from the train we board a ship,
                      a true friendship,

which held a few. The sound of the wind and engine overtakes the memory of the clicks and clacks that flew out our mouths. As we make

it to the       middle         of the ocean, 

we see the outsider at the dock. She, along with many others, realized the trains of thoughts took us farther than their syllables ever could.