train sitting. waiting. watching the clock constantly. wondering. intense. trying to hurry the time. slow the minutes. jumping in and out of mistakes. holding onto my last threads of sanity. holding out for one more big break. moving backwards, my back to the sun. hair in the breeze. content with living. afraid of dying but im... taking my chances.

fragile. delicate.

where am i going now?

how will i get home?

who is waiting for me to call?

today is my hectic day.

leaving on a atrip i have done so many times yet still wondering what the outcome could be. what will come out of this? so many questions.

so im on the train... a woman and a young girl about 9 or 10 just got on at the stop after mine... the young girl is full of questions.. the first thing she said when she sat down was...

"where are the seat belts???

where's my seat belt?"

there arent any on the train

"oh, thats scary....whats that?"

its for people to puts their bags out of the way and not on the floor.

"woah! were going backwards! are we going to be going backwards the whole time???"

i wish i was that full of wonder...wait... i guess i am.