Line 13
Lights from the city pass by the window. The cars, the buildings, the street lights and more. High rise apartments and the lives that they show. I see how they’re living through their windows. Like a hundred tv screens on top of and next to each other I see the brothers, the sisters, and their fathers and mothers. Now we’re passing the streets with cars jammed together. Ironic how they’re supposed to make life faster. And now the people on the sidewalk walk and move faster. So now the people in the cars have time to look up at the stars but they don’t because they’re blinded by the lights on the cars. But I look and I can see the stars that hang above. They’re waiting to be noticed because they shine brightest when it’s coldest. And it’s cold tonight so the people on this train all huddle together without any shame. We stop and the doors open again to let on more people and to let some go their way. The next stop is mine so I move to the door. I have to smile as I let my mind explore how someone else might be thinking the same. I don’t know their name but our thoughts might be the same. We might have the same observation without having a conversation. How a city full of people all going different ways with nothing in common without knowing each others’ names, we all share one thing whether we know it or not. We share the same sky and it connects us all but we don’t see it plain because we’re blinded by the lights…of the city.
November 21st, 2005 at 6:57 am
Josh, I think this is interesting and rather experimental. Kudos to you for your effort.
love,
Josh