Train of Thoughts

The Map to You

========= Lexa Heda ==========

We were like Asymptote. We get closer and closer every minutes but never actually meet. Sad? Maybe. Destiny? Who knows. But I know one thing for sure. The first time my eyes laid on you, I knew you were different.

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I sprinted across the street, swerving in between bumpers congesting the busy street. It was not my kind of day. I knew something was off the moment my eyes flicked open. The feeling that nothing could go any good. I cursed as I saw the wide television flashing "arriving". I scrambled my feet towards the gantry and took the stairs two at a time to the platform.

I was panting hard. I was gripping the railing to pull myself up. As I landed on the last steps, I took a deep U-turn to my right and as quick as a flash, I ran towards the opened train door. But as quick as blink of an eye, the door shut before me. Closing another opportunity. I cussed at my alarm clock. I cussed at the traffic. I cussed at my slowness. I cussed at the train. That day was never better than any other.

Fast as the train left the station, as fast as my mood changed. Dark clouds were above me. Everywhere I look were filled with pessimism. My face was worse than the "grinch" who stole christmas. There was nothing left to be feeling good about on that day. I had decided on that.

I walked along the platform looking up at the tv monitor, checking for the next train. I folded my arms and tapped my feet impatiently. Something very common in the fast paced city like Polis. I, Lexa Heda was never a patient girl. I like things that are snappy, fast and quick-witted. I want it done and done. Nothing in this world changes the way I look at things. I want in control. A Controlling Lexa is a happy Lexa.

That was what I kept telling myself. I want to lead people in the future. I want them to see me and have respect, and so will I. Nothing in this planet could manoeuvre me. I am at the top of my game. Those were the thoughts of my day.

I walked back to my initial position and waited, huffing, puffing and grunting relentlessly. My brows were furrowed in determination as if summoning the train to come faster. As if calling for it to abide my commands.

2 minutes had passed the track was still deserted. I groaned in my misery. I scratched my neck and hissed under my breath. I crinkled my forehead and I pinched the bridge of my nose. The train was never late. This is Polis for crying out loud!

I skewed my sight where the direction of the train will be coming from. Waiting for the headlights to blind me in broad day light. But I was brought to my disappointment. There was nothing but blistering heat creating a wavy air atmosphere. I shook my head in dismay. I moaned in annoyance and blasphemy. What is going on?

This was the longest wait I have ever did. This was new. This was out of the ordinary. This is not normal. This is uncanny. Weird. All words that describes of "out of this world" context could portray the happenings. This is Polis for crying out loud!

I, Lexa Heda do not wait. But for some unknown reason I still did. I redirected my vision to the opposite platform. Giving menacing glares and flaring nostrils. Giving people chills as I watched them look at me and automatically bow down their heads or look away instantly. As if there was far more fascinating things to look at than my face.

Cool breeze passed by, blowing my brown fuzzy hair out of my face. I angled my face as it perfectly kissed my contoured outline. The once in a life time perks of Polis. I closed my eyes trying, trying to breathe out the impatient and grudge in me. Doing my best to live up to the expectations of the world that You Only Live Once. None sensical? Perhaps. But we still follow the growing trend. The pop culture that the world delivers to us.