The train thunders past and whips my hair about my face. My finger tips are numb and my lips are blue but I don't want to go in, not yet. I don't want to leave. Its quieter here. I'm alone with my thoughts and I can hear myself think. I hate the crowded mess that is my life. this brief walk provides a small escape from it all. A small sliver of time... good enough.
I breath in the smell of tree mixed with something I decide is city like. The smell haunts everything. Another train goes by. Faces blur. The noise deafening. I sit down then lie back in the grass, staring up into the sky. The sun is slowly setting and leaves behind a pale pink shimmer in the sky. Wisp of cloud trail across the otherwise perfect sunset.
A small bird lands a few feet away. It pecks the ground, catches sight of me and starts. Its almost like its wondering who I am and what I'm doing here. I wonder the same thing sometimes... but then again, don't we all? I mean all we are is a tiny dot on the face of the earth. A meaningless nothing. We go about day to day racing around but in the end all our actions just lead up to the end... Nothing in life really has any point... Does it?
I watch the bird fly awat and feel a sudden saddening yearning. To fly is my secret wish. To be able to grow wings and fly away from my life... To be... FREE.
