I fell in love once. It was warm and strange. I didn’t know exactly what I was feeling. It was new, it was exciting and it was scary. This happened a few moments ago… on a scale with very large steps. But I don’t really want to talk about this. Although it’s somewhat connected, as it’s, too, something scary and new.
I had a friend once. It was wonderful. It’s like having a cup of tea, but one that you can talk too, and most importantly, it talks back. I can’t find that cup of tea any more and I have lots of things to say to it. It hurts. Sure, there are other cups in the cupboard, but it’s just not the same.
I had a life once. Well, technically, I still do. But what a strange one it is. I just don’t know where this train is heading.
Sometimes I wish I could just jump out of it. But it’s moving too fast. It’s moving too fast, through an empty tunnel. A cold and dark empty tunnel. Sometimes, I can see holes in the walls, sometimes the sun punctures through. There are times when the train stops to refuel and I can sit and close my eyes. I have dreams, I have memories. I have good times in my head. I just wish I could somehow get them out.