Travelling at a speed
as if for a moment part of my life got fast forward.
Like racing against time,
and I missed it by that many moments.
They come and go, some stay but
never too long.
They see me. I do too.
But they won't ever get me.
We're in it together,we make our presence known.
Yet, there's a very loud silence.
MJ's "They don't care about us" takes me back
into my world.
I'm thinking, perhaps, we don't care about us.
I'm looking out, walls of black.
I'd imagine kissing you.
Under the influence of my favorite redbull vodka.
The screeching sounds
erased that momentary thought.
I look away from walls of black.
I see you.
I thought, maybe I'd like to be you.
How would you talk?
What do you feel?
What do you think?
The rumbling sound of the doors,
as if telling the person at the other end to slow down.
Shifted attention, again.
They enter, like sardine packed.
As if my phobia wasn't already bad.
I can't breathe.
I might not make it to the next stop.
I might faint and like living dead,
grab hold of the handles and turn away.
On their seats just doze off.
And I'm there gasping for my inhaler.
The other side of the door opens.
I made it to that stop.
Empty spaces, empty seats.
There's you, you , you and you.
I'm running from this end to the other.
I'm laughing without a care.
You look at me and think I'm weird.
I look at you and roll my eyes.
I feel the wind gushes through.
I'm running almost the speed it's going.
For once I feel happy, again.
Like that child I'd lost while growing up.
I look around from where I'd been standing.
The many doors shuts behind me.
Against the walls of black it left.