Sanctuary: Train Strangers, Stranger Trains.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Train Strangers, Stranger Trains.

Stranger,
Stranger,
Stranger?
Beside me, behind me, in front of me...

Strangers tell me why is it raining? I didn't ask for it to.

Let the rain fall, but why? Why now? Is there something here, in all this chaos when your hands speak a little differently than the rest, telling me to be patient? Wait. How long?

Who am I to stand here and hope to fill in all the empty spaces within these spaces we've created, or that we let be. I cannot count on my own all the words said, or all the hopes and fears felt. There is no sympathy, there is no room, there is just the desire to run.

Run.
Breathe.
Run.

Do you not hear me screaming, when I'm talking?

16th October 2006.

natasha took a picture at 7:42 PM | walking around in circles (3)

3 Comments:

Words rarely seem to convey the true emotions, I guess this is a similar situation.

By reedemer_x, 10/17/2006 9:05 PM

reedemer: indeed it is.

By Natasha, 10/18/2006 5:44 AM

ah! that was sumthing really awesum!!
the last line....!!!

By lizzie, 10/21/2006 10:45 PM

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Train Strangers, Stranger Trains.

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