It's a roomful of people, a cloud of different minds, and each and everybody has their own thoughts. These thoughts are like trains through the night; their headlights search for something, anything.
I guess the headlights on my train found a single word that somehow defines the whole of me.
But, tell me. If the train with these oh-so-bright headlights refused to turn away, would I crumble? And if the train ran straight through me, what would I feel inside?
Would I feel pain?
Would people suddenly feel sympathy for me?
Would they finally understand me?
If the answer is no then why should I let it get to me? Because when the time comes and I'm lying in bed wondering when my last breath will be, I want to know I'll go with a smile on my face and a hella good story involving a train and it's headlights.
So I guess what I'm trying to tell you, dear World, is that I'm just like you, and I deserve love.
I'm human, and I feel things too. I get upset sometimes, sometimes so bad I can't leave my bed. And sometimes I'm so happy I dance along these dangerous train tracks.
For now I'll leave you with one last question, which is if I followed these tracks, where would they take me?