A Train to No where

Standing behind the yellow line, waiting for the train. It’s the last train on the schedule. I hear the approaching train slow down to a stop, just as the doors open there’s the station announcement, “Train for…” The voice gets cut off as I enter the train. I sit down and sigh. The train slowly begins moving and exits the station off into the darkness of the city. Looking out the window, becoming enveloped in the darkness of the night sky, I get lost in thought. Thinking for a while, I find that the passage of time is scary. Time moves so fast I get stuck thinking about the future and I never enjoy the moment. Thinking about the past sends me spiraling into thinking about what I could've done differently.

The noise of the train coming to a halt breaks me from my thoughts. The doors slide open to welcome an empty station, the cold air clashing with the lukewarm air of the train. As the train comes to a slow start, the doors slowly slide shut and the ride continues. Leaning back into the chair, I look at the many ads above the seats. All of the ads look crumpled and aged, leaving me wondering if they’ve ever been replaced before. I guess it’s another victim of the cycle of time.

As the train approaches the final stop I reflect on the past, my experiences, those who left my side, and everyone else. As I depart from the train I’m left with too many emotions to process and one thought on my mind. ‘How can someone enjoy the passage of time?’