It's cold. It's always fucking cold. I used to think it was a nervous thing, like a slight twitch of a left eye or washing your hands 17 times in every different sink but now I'm a bit older and I... More > guess I realized it's just one of those things that will never change and you just have to carry it heavy behind you, dragging in the dirt. After all this you learn to stop checking the time. Train should be coming soon. I think of all the things to say but it's dark, only light streaming through rusty gates, I can't think, always only looking down tracks for a light less real but the promise of a road far away from here, I guess once there were hundreds waiting for the promise of something else, anything, but now there's just us and me, staring down the line. I don't know, I say. But the train should be coming soon.
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