oh, to be at the train tracks in the dead of night,
after being trapped in my tiny box.

i feel the air rush through my hair
when it passes by on the rail.

it’s ethereal;
it’s too good for this world.
maybe my next life will be as perfect
as the moon’s reflection on this small puddle
my feet soak in.

the pavement feels cool,
just like the breeze.

my last moment at the train tracks,
in the dead of night,
was better than anything i ever experienced
on this cruel earth.