You're Not Yourself

The Boy on the Train

Today I get on the train and I just stand by the moving doors and give brief look at everyone on the train. I realize a guy with headphones who looks at me with a straight face, I look out the window once more holding my Starbucks cup in the other hand turning slowly as the train moves faster and faster I turn the cup faster and faster as I think of a story I could write even though I have other stories to finish. I look around once more noticing that there's two people talking about politics and then there's a young man with another man who I'm not sure is his father or just some man this young boy can get along with. They seemed to be related by there appearance I see on both of them along with the language I could not understand.

As the train stop I get off realizing that the train I was on was the train that goes to the same area I live in. I quickly hurry back on the train through a different door asking a man if the train went to the area I lived in, the man nodded and I get on heading up the stairs, realizing that there were no seats to sit in I go back the other way and stand on the train steps writing this story about my life.

The boy on the train is me and I learn so much when I'm on the train like telling the diffrebts of where and who this person is from and what job they probably work. It's like a game through my eyes where I can see the differences in people I view.

Just this morning I recognize a person I'm doing a Photoshoot with on Friday, we had a fun time talking about many subjects likes what change does to use throughout the years and what vegans are and why people do that kind of thing, there are many more things we talked about but I don't feel like pointing out every little thing we talked about.

Overall my day went well I went to a tutor from the learning resource room center and she gave me some advice on what I can do with the assignments I need to catch up on.

That's pretty much all I have to say. peace out!