Train

I want to be on a train. Far away from where I am, I want to see the sea from my window, and feel that scent with every breath. I suppose I want too much—it feels like a dream, yet when I think about it, it seems even closer than a dream.

I want to be on a train, to flee this city without even taking my bag. I want to leave behind the bad feelings it left on me and not even look back. I want to watch the clouds drift by, accompanied by a faint melody in my ears. I want to amplify feelings no one can touch, no one even knows about. Though living within them is difficult, it makes those feelings all the more special. The best way to hide something is to place it where everyone can see it. Even if I live in plain sight, they do not know what I keep hidden inside. They ignore it. Yet they do not realize that “To see what people overlook is the first rule of reaching a conclusion.”

I want to be on a train. This train’s final journey is one that never returns to where it came from, and forgets its origin.