Thoughts on a train:

Life is passing by at high speeds as I watch out the window in wonder.

I’m getting anxious.

I’m getting lost.

I’m still happy.

Surrounded by strangers.

Stop. Go. Stop. Go.

Some faces get off, new ones come on.

Something about it feels great, because to me -

Getting lost, as scary as it can be at times -

I’m only finding myself —

As I’m also being reminded that I’m still alive.