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22:21 i stand at the train platform, It’s freezing. I can’t feel my fingertips. 22:25 light up a cigarette, I inhale it like warm air. 22:28 silence. 22:44 train finally arrives. People rushing out, people rushing in. I search for a dark, uncrowded corner. 22:45 I sit at the window row, Earphones on. It’s warm, I feel tired. Close my eyes, fade away. 23:05 next stop. I look outside. A young couple hugging tight. She grabs her suitcase and looks at him. He grabs her. They kiss like crazy. She points her fingers at the door button. He pulls her closer. They seem so sad. He keeps her in his arms like she is the last hope for happiness. They kiss again. 23:07 train leaves. They stand at the platform. She grabs his hand. She grabs her suitcase. They don’t look back just walk straight ahead. 23:08 I can’t see them anymore. She choose him over maybe everything or nothing. 23:10 I close my eyes again. All that I can see is ****** written „what if‘s“. 23:15 I ask myself with a broken voice „what if you would have never left“?
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
What if
22:21 i stand at the train platform, It’s freezing. I can’t feel my fingertips. 22:25 light up a cigarette, I inhale it like warm air. 22:28 silence. 22:44 train finally arrives. People rushing out, people rushing in. I search for a dark, uncrowded corner. 22:45 I sit at the window row, Earphones on. It’s warm, I feel tired. Close my eyes, fade away. 23:05 next stop. I look outside. A young couple hugging tight. She grabs her suitcase and looks at him. He grabs her. They kiss like crazy. She points her fingers at the door button. He pulls her closer. They seem so sad. He keeps her in his arms like she is the last hope for happiness. They kiss again. 23:07 train leaves. They stand at the platform. She grabs his hand. She grabs her suitcase. They don’t look back just walk straight ahead. 23:08 I can’t see them anymore. She choose him over maybe everything or nothing. 23:10 I close my eyes again. All that I can see is ****** written „what if‘s“. 23:15 I ask myself with a broken voice „what if you would have never left“?
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Gin_28
21/F/Vienna
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
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