Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Mar 25, 2008 - 22:27 PM PST

It's stifling in this subway. I know where I'm going but long to get lost and explore all night. i can do it, too, but I've made commitments and disappointed others in doing so. When my family finds me gone, they will worry. They shouldn't, though, after all, I'm only hours away in a city I don't know on a train I can only pray is headed in the right direction. It's empowering. Passing Canal Street now. I have a strong desire to run onto the train opposite this one and see where it leads. My brain is gone. I don't remember how to care. Compassion has its perks, but also its flaws. Why not eliminate the chance of either?

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I hate heading home in the morning even if I haven't done anything to be ashamed of. My feet are tired, but I still have 8 hours of work before I can rest. I'm being thrown out soon. The date is revised, but it's way too soon.

There are buildings that fly by that have no insides. They're just enormous, looming skeletons with gabs between their bones.

This train rumbles and shakes, careening down the track, taking me closer and closer to what I'm unsure is still my home. I'm keeping my eyes peeled for a new one these days, anyway. I know everything will crumble. It always does.




Summer '07