It isn't pretty, not beautiful. Nope, not surreal at all.
It's a fucking journey, round and round, repeating it's monotone
Again and again, the same dirty grey water stained glass
The lies of togetherness, the moment of intrigue with a stranger; pain
The pain of stagnation, so soon it has flickered
Insatiable, unfaithful, the once quaint emotion

Slowly so slowly, the light, the sound of incessant movement and stops
Of arrivals and departures

Rushes past so many souls
Rushes past the truth you lie everyday
A whore, a speck of so much love
Devoured by doubt, by longing

So much of this train, the large blue 6 staring into my peculiar habits
Humans!
So many!
Each hour, each second
Staring and yet oblivious
To you, and to me

~4:45pm, 12/06/12