Sometimes you just don’t want to listen to music, hear nothing but only the sound of your surroundings. People talking, whispering, the sound of the rails as the train passes while you at the platform.
Sometimes you don’t feel like you belong. You just don’t even care anymore, even if people brush your shoulders, step on your toe, or cut the line in front of you in the station.
The only deafening sound is the silence, your silence- like you don’t wanna talk. Or open up to someone- to anyone.like there is no one to talk to but to the people you loved who are not in this world anymore.
All the sound- noises the surrounding makes. Blurs out. As the last buzz of the door rang- you hear nothing. Not the people, the sound the rail makes. Nothing. But only your feet pushing deeper in the ground. That eerie heavy sound. Heavy of all the things you are carrying inside yourself.
You kept holding on the railing inside the train. Your bag down in between your feet- You keep holding nothing in your mind- you just... stare at the horizon- over the houses and buildings that block it. You just feeling nothing but the lightness of your being, floating away at the far horizon view.
Then one passenger stands up and you take his seat. You go back to hearing everything again. Get to feel others legs or shoulders while seated.
Thoughts of the day go back slowly but you don’t want to think about it really.
Because it is when you felt nothing where you felt everything good about this world.
You start to everything hear again...the people talking, whispering. The sound of the rails as the train goes. You look outside but its still far from your stop. The door buzzes loudly- doors opening. You just stared at it as it close. You’re far from home yet but you’ll get there before the day ends.
jacobvanloon
titsay
dailybridgerton
stormborns
