commuting part two
you find out too late that there is no one else to depend on but yourself…as you look at the many strange faces that pass you by all hurrying to get to destinations they wont be talking to you about…the dimness of your eyes as you go through another day trying to catch a distant dream makes you press your nails on your palms. it was a lesson that you have learned. whatever pain you feel is erased by another one…you have never fainted but you do not want that to happen for the first time.you are afraid to lose control more than you are afraid to die. as the train speeds on, you see a myriad of reflections on the glass windows…blank faces made weary, merging into one somber and strange, empathetic cluster thrust against a background of frenzied activity.but.you will go home alone, wondering if the continuity of the sameness will make you want to fly…a dove who seeks for peace.not like the predatory vultures the world has too many of.
