Passively moving Staring at my reflection through the window The tree branches and the sky Emerges as one.
Grey sunlight blurred the scenes But I could still see Myself clearly.
Admiring the bleakness of the day I felt a soft sensation on the eyes or was it on the cheeks? I thought I saw a teardrop stain on me Almost seeing the wet shimmer, revealed by the light.
Blankly stared but was not scared Of me myself and I.
My body, heart and soul faded into condensation My insides crying.
I deepen my look; no water drops to be found Just an expression of pure sadness Observing the world go by.
Tears flowing within A Cold peacefulness overcomes me I thought I was crying on the train.
But it was just my imagination at the end This was the conclusion I made As I arrive at my stop.