Letters to him

Mixed Emotions.

I feel like I’m standing at central station. I’m standing in the middle, looking around at all these trains entering and leaving. I’m standing here, just watching and waiting. Confused at how many trains can come and go all at once. Suddenly here and the next minute gone.

Except, I’m not standing at central station- this is my life.

And the trains that come and go, are your emotions. Your feelings come and go as fast as trains leave the station.

They’ll let me catch a glimpse of them, and then they’re gone.