notes from a train
6:15 p.m. june 7, 2010 bkk
i spot a traveler across from me... he looks like moss as i look like yam. outfits that scream in monochrome, a backpacker's many delights. but his grey scarf draws my eyes further to his fiery red hair. he is on the other side, do i dare wave? climb down and start a conversation? it is time... goodbye, my train chugs ahead and you disappear as the sun does below the thicket of buildings surrounding this near-empty dimension, the interim, a limbo train station where souls get a glimpse of their mates, yet remain star crossed, waiting aimlessly in opposite platforms.
i spot a traveler across from me... he looks like moss as i look like yam. outfits that scream in monochrome, a backpacker's many delights. but his grey scarf draws my eyes further to his fiery red hair. he is on the other side, do i dare wave? climb down and start a conversation? it is time... goodbye, my train chugs ahead and you disappear as the sun does below the thicket of buildings surrounding this near-empty dimension, the interim, a limbo train station where souls get a glimpse of their mates, yet remain star crossed, waiting aimlessly in opposite platforms.
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