if I could hang my thoughts on the train window
then pretend to run after it
then surrender it
Though I know I'll be sitting next to it
Because it feels like
holding a toddler's right hand
Squeezing my hand three times
in a crowded room ,in a long endless street.
I have nothing to say, to do
Just looking around
Breathing in and out heavy air
because I can't pull myself together anymore..
to look forward .
to hold my head high.
to swing my arms .
to keep My back straight;it only leans forward .. 🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️
