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I’m on a train People keep sleeping Tossing their heads Closing their eyes It’s peculiar, truly People's stories; Countries with damp skies and damp, sweet, tickling rain; Mountains and an elderly man with an umbrella, wandering around the station What are you looking for? I remember my computer-generated wifi-password by heart I have been travelling, running, up an down this country the past months Looking for safety The ground below me was collapsing The last time I was here I was travelling in the opposite direction Not from you – leaving you behind To you Only by duty am I forced to leave I would have screamed out "Don't say it, please" What do I know? I'm just a writer on a train Clinging to people like magnets All those clichés are over Just as quickly as they happened I think I knew I think I should have known Insomnia affecting my friends on facebook's chat Logging on; signing off Do you sleep safely now? We are like inevitable frictions Turned on; shut off Close; far away Warm, intertwining with my sweating feet; cold as blocks of ice Close by force – far away in our minds I go away in my own world as you consolidate your own troubles I am a never-ending train of guilt, self-hatred and self-sacrifice Stupid, trusting, kind but hostile of nature Water running down the windows in a pattern of coincidences; ice in my mind Fire in the hole! Always a fire, they tell me Is there a fire in you, or just ashes? You are a builder, afraid to stack too high Trembling when I fall But just reaching out to run away So, now I stand here No train; No stations; But there’s still life But there’s still me There’s still time and wars to be fought That train will never stop The sun also rises Ice blocks too, must one day, melt The water rises We drown. 6.06.14
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
HALF FOUR IN THE MOURNING
I’m on a train People keep sleeping Tossing their heads Closing their eyes It’s peculiar, truly People's stories; Countries with damp skies and damp, sweet, tickling rain; Mountains and an elderly man with an umbrella, wandering around the station What are you looking for? I remember my computer-generated wifi-password by heart I have been travelling, running, up an down this country the past months Looking for safety The ground below me was collapsing The last time I was here I was travelling in the opposite direction Not from you – leaving you behind To you Only by duty am I forced to leave I would have screamed out "Don't say it, please" What do I know? I'm just a writer on a train Clinging to people like magnets All those clichés are over Just as quickly as they happened I think I knew I think I should have known Insomnia affecting my friends on facebook's chat Logging on; signing off Do you sleep safely now? We are like inevitable frictions Turned on; shut off Close; far away Warm, intertwining with my sweating feet; cold as blocks of ice Close by force – far away in our minds I go away in my own world as you consolidate your own troubles I am a never-ending train of guilt, self-hatred and self-sacrifice Stupid, trusting, kind but hostile of nature Water running down the windows in a pattern of coincidences; ice in my mind Fire in the hole! Always a fire, they tell me Is there a fire in you, or just ashes? You are a builder, afraid to stack too high Trembling when I fall But just reaching out to run away So, now I stand here No train; No stations; But there’s still life But there’s still me There’s still time and wars to be fought That train will never stop The sun also rises Ice blocks too, must one day, melt The water rises We drown. 6.06.14
Train ride from where I study, down home to my family for the summer vacation. It's raining just slightly. I wish you could see what I see.
#love#rain#night#insomnia#train#hatetags
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
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