||[Nov. 30th, 2013|06:40 pm]
Standing on the platform, pitch dark all around because of winter.|
my feet ache in these beautiful shoes, heels because I need to tower four inches more over the whole population, really.
red lights blinking on the ttracks
The blare of an alarm at measured intervals, reminding us of the passing seconds until we get to where we're headed.
the silence of everyone standing together, lost in their own worlds of thought.
my eyes follow the train tracks out into the inky darkness.
this is what I want to remember.
I'm back. :)