There is something so grounding about the rumbling of a train going by,
And then the soothing, settling of the surroundings as it runs off into a whisper, escaping the reaches of your eye.
I sigh.
Another train, in opposite direction sliding by.
I see in it the line drawing my potential demise and simultaneously untangling my turmoil inside.
I am fried.
I am fine.
I am so drawn to these tracks where the machine-cars glide,
A deep-seated need to witness
Their Force, their Direction, to Feel Alive.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
There is something so grounding about the rumbling of a train going by,
And then the soothing, settling of the surroundings as it runs off into a whisper, escaping the reaches of your eye.
I sigh.
Another train, in opposite direction sliding by.
I see in it the line drawing my potential demise and simultaneously untangling my turmoil inside.
I am fried.
I am fine.
I am so drawn to these tracks where the machine-cars glide,
A deep-seated need to witness
Their Force, their Direction, to Feel Alive.
