sullenhopes

Today I road on the midnight train, I didn't pay for my ticket though, it was free. I met a man named Charles, he offered me some tea. When you're riding the train at midnight, everything you pass will shrink in the distance. And they'll only be a part of convoluted stories told by people who've sat in your compartment during the previous midnight ride. Take the tea, he wants you to take the tea. Perhaps somewhere between our minds and several other worlds, there is another midnight train, parallel to this one. If that were the case, might I have refused the tea? The train came to a halt. I thought perhaps this could have been

I met a very pretentious man on my way to London just yesterday. He complained of the weather. I'm not sure how I feel about the way the sunset appears from the window seat of a train car. The pretentious man is still in my compartment. He continued to complain of the weather today, about the condensation in the air. Though, I cannot feel any myself. The sun is going down and the man is presenting me with a cup of tea. I comply. Hours have passed and I find myself thinking of the sun setting; And still, I am indifferent. I don't even enjoy drinking tea.

I'd been riding the train for countless hours before I had realized I'd forgotten to get off at the next stop. So I got off on the next. I was not sure of where I was, or what time it had been. It had been raining all night, so the overcast of clouds masked the sun leaving a pale foggy darkness only tangible because of the street lights. I lit a cigarette. For just a minute, it was so quiet I was sure I could hear the silent wandering of the man standing still across the station. I flicked my cigarette into the street, and went into the tavern down the road. I sat down and ordered a cup of tea.      

Most people ride the train to get from point A to point B. Although, that is not my case. I am a passenger on this train because for as long as i am riding, i am at neither point A or B, but some sort of indifferent medium. Indifference can drive a person mad. And for the record, I still detest tea. But, I shall have a cup.          2 lumps of sugar.

     you never took the time to notice the garden after it rained. it's a shame, really, it's quite lovely. the flowers seem happy, for once. and now, you shall never know why.

     this room seems lonely without curtains on the window.      the paint on the walls is chipping away , and you sit in the corner separating the flecks of color as if you can put these walls back together.     the carpet is ruined.     there is no furniture. i have searched the closets for sympathy. but of course, that's in the basement, as well. he shut off the electricity so we cannot watch the television.     the ice in the freezer is melting.     can someone please save myself and me, cause they're locked downstairs.

They have taken all the clocks from the city, and traded them for nights without sleep. Never in my life have I seen people work so hard to avoid dreaming. Everywhere I look, i see familiar faces lacking simple expression, yet displaying complex symptoms of immortality. They fancy themselves as being clever. I laugh at them, and how obvious they are. They'll begin to grow tired soon, an wonder how it is possible if they've rid the town of time.     As they fall asleep, panic sets in.     They'll never know why they can't stay awake. ...But it's because they've forgotten to take my pocket watch.

     For me, there is no air where others breathe.     I'm afraid you've taken my lungs unintentionally. The worst part about your leaving, is that even without one of the most vital organs in my body, I am somehow still alive.