i awake blanketed by the morning sun and the celestial frost that lingers on from the night. the sound of laughter jolts me.
i watch the couple walk leisurely along the side of the traintracks. "Hi!" the woman says behind stale eyes and wispy blonde curls. she stiffles her laughter until it bellows out like a warrior cry.
i can hear the harshness in the words she speaks of me to her lover, they grow more distant as they escape my view.
i can smell the sweat of the lost souls who found themselves here before me.
i can taste the saltiness of the tears that slide down the contours of my face; an emotionless, knee-**** reaction.
however, i feel nothing. there is no despair left in me. no more hatred. not even sadness.
i feel only the bitter cold of the concrete bridge beneath the weight of my resting body.
i feel only the hunger that aches in the core of my being.
i feel only the rattling of the train cars passing , only the rumbling of the morning traffic on the highway above all of which are lulling me back to sleep