Chapter Eleven-
"Subway Station"
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The rest is a blur. Next thing you know I've changed into my clothes and started heading home. It's a cold and windy night, I thought. I think to myself about the days passing as if they meant nothing. I let out a deep sigh. I still feel so... useless. I still don't have a purpose to live this life as it meant something. I felt a chill down my spine. Like a mass of crawling insects down my feet. I feel sick. Maybe I shouldn't reminisce. This night feels placid, like almost lonely. I'm immersed with tranquil, flooded in self-wonders. It's almost pitch black out here, it feels unsafe. Just a few more steps and I'll be greeted with light... The subway station's near, I can hear the loud clasps and discussions from this distance. Poised consciousnesses sting my body as I reach for both my hands in the convenience of warmth and welfare. Each step I take brings me more relief and thoughts of mounting onto my cozy bed. As I reach near the stairs leading under to the subway, I can't help but notice dozens of home-less resting on the ledge or the sidewalks. As sober as I am, I have a weakness for sorrow and grief. Seeing people like this compels me to consider humanity. Are humans this greedy? Tossing others on the side so they can get the amount they want? So someone else can have nothing left because they take too much?
The world really is fucking messed up. I pity us.
Just as I retain my previous mindset, I continue in bewildered frustration. I sigh walking down the steps.
So many people... And at this time? I lower my head, avoiding any sudden bumps. I dive into my pocket hoping to find misplaced change. Pitiful, I reach for my wallet inside my bag. It was a black satchel, amidst a key chain hanging down from it. I've had it for quite some time, it's never given up on me. Luckily, I had some change left from the groceries I purchased last week. Come to think of it, I should probably go again. I walked over to a guy sitting against the cube poles centering the two subways. He looked up as he was delicately playing the strings on his guitar and gave me a sympathetic look. I exchanged faces and dropped the few cents into the plastic cup right by him. Heading straight for the lines. I placed my Metro Card on the scanner and gazed upon the subway's tracks. Choosing to remain on the bench while waiting for the train. Man its traffic in here.
I hope I reach home before twilight.
Chapter End--
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