The humming of the train engine heats the seat I'm sitting in, its lulling me to sleep. If I doze off and see heaven surely I won't miss all this that much if I never wake up. Crowds of people stuffed into the train car like bulls off the slaughter each with their own agenda, leather attache case and gym bag in hand, their headphones drown out the surrounding noises just enough to make the voices unintelligible... Whispers in the wind.
My ipod is on shuffle today. I like the idea of not knowing what will come up next. If I relate that to my life I suppose I'm subject to surprises across the board. I think I'm organized but really only in my head. Somehow I've managed to pull out some diamonds that actually make sense. Amazing that I graduated so skilled right?
I love checking out people. This ride has an array of bankers, tourists and myself, your typical two bags corp worker. This guy standing above me works for moody's, I know this bc he took their newspaper home with him and its peeking out of his brief bag which is nearly punching me in the face. He has two bags brief and gym. He wears a glove on the hand that holds onto the subway bar. Yes I'm surrounded by all kinds of germ and he is being proactive. I guess w/ the glove.
Suddenly my head is throbbing as the train pulls into the station. Almost home now.
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shaken and not stirred :: There takes a great amount of diligence in the craft of being graceful and wise.
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