2 parallel lines


These trains keeps coming and going and the only constant I see are the tracks. Two parallel lines that never meet and they're the thing that is always there.
The people keep rushing and the rats keep hiding. They don't know how the trains move. The intricate network of the lifeline.
The vendors enter the train and chant their songs to the ladies. The eyes of their kids are silent. They haven't learned how to speak up for themselves yet.
The one-hour commute has convinced me that the world keeps moving. If you fall, if your bag does or your child does, people keep moving and nothing comes in their way.
All these lives combined in a web of stories that no one is willing to listen to. They're scared to find more people living the same stories, or maybe worse ones.
So many people going to so many places to do so many things in a huge city and I spent last night thinking about why I don't feel like myself lately.
The Universe is a vast space and my thoughts are a mere brick in the building. It wouldn't matter if the tracks moved with the trains. Somehow we would find a way to get used to it.
And that's the beauty of it. We always want more. 
Maybe that's why I keep wanting more of myself

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