the train.

I sit on a night train but I don't sleep. I think.

Recently I got deeply concerned that my relationships with people are fleeting. I just slightly brush them and then leave them behind.

I've always been worried that the more people know me the less they love me. I know me pretty well and I feel like I'm a bit much.

And I think there's something wrong with me - I meet people, I make friends and then I can't stand them.

So as I look around this empty train, all I can think about is that's what my future will look like. Only me and my shadow. And I've always liked traveling light but now I could use some baggage.

I can't count the times that I jumped off the train on its full speed. Risking everything just so I could leave before they would.

Tonight, I tell myself, tonight will be different.

I will sit and wait.

I will not move even an inch.

The time's passing. People come and go. I sit and wait.

And trust me when I say, it's the most lonely thing in the world - waiting for somebody to find you.

But I stay on a train.

I believe that solitude is just a stop and not my final destination.