The rumbling of the train fills my ears,temporarily distracting me from the heavy breathing in my ear.
Makes me wonder where those people on the train may be going,and how they would react if they knew what they were staring out of the window at. They probably never caught exactly what they glimpsed at while the train carried them away with the wind.
I listened to the rumbling of that train so much that I couldn't remember a word he had said to me. Staring out at the small piece of sunshine that warmed my skin,I was reminded that I was alive.
I always wondered if one day that train would slip from the tracks.
Crashing to the ground,falling loudly,and loudly enough that I could be left alone.
I wondered if it would cause a big enough bang to kill him.
It never did,
I sat up on the sink,staring at that train forever,wishing that I could be a passenger on it. Wishing that it was possible to get away.
The color pink was never really my favorite anyway.
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Halo (Poetry)
PoetryRecently,I've felt stuck in the present. The uneventfulness is only giving me time to think It gives time for old skeletons to come out of the closet It only increases the weight of the thorn covered halo above my head. It's weighing me down Welcome...
