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Shuttling through darkness no light at the end of this tunnel yet hurtling past destinations blurred images of the past Destined to be left behind Unknown faces stare out and when the train slows they come knocking at the window a flicker of recognition dawns looking into their eyes, reflections of the persons they were once shadows of old friends Familiar places stop by her door garishly lit meant to be inviting but only serving to highlight the messy roads littered with rags of ragged memories Surrendering to the warm web of words from the unturned page of the novel and woven from strains of a melancholy song tired of singing its happy tune over and over again Not alone in her journey but surely lonely distracted by a fancy story telling lost in the same singular song creating a cocoon a safe soundless haven body heading home mind escaping to a fantasy Tomorrow is different waking up from an unreal reality to life that rarely travels in a line she will try to move off the beaten track but she will soon make her way back on life's circular track this time she may wave back at the staring faces in the window
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Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
Shadows
Shuttling through darkness no light at the end of this tunnel yet hurtling past destinations blurred images of the past Destined to be left behind Unknown faces stare out and when the train slows they come knocking at the window a flicker of recognition dawns looking into their eyes, reflections of the persons they were once shadows of old friends Familiar places stop by her door garishly lit meant to be inviting but only serving to highlight the messy roads littered with rags of ragged memories Surrendering to the warm web of words from the unturned page of the novel and woven from strains of a melancholy song tired of singing its happy tune over and over again Not alone in her journey but surely lonely distracted by a fancy story telling lost in the same singular song creating a cocoon a safe soundless haven body heading home mind escaping to a fantasy Tomorrow is different waking up from an unreal reality to life that rarely travels in a line she will try to move off the beaten track but she will soon make her way back on life's circular track this time she may wave back at the staring faces in the window
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joanne-d
Indian
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
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