"Where does the train go?" They all ask.
The train... Well, to start, no one knows when they're going to get off until they do. Some people buy their way on the strenuous trip through past mistakes, while others slip in the back tram door after loosing something they know they'll never find again.
Some people never even leave. Others take the risk to jump off, falling into the surrounding abyss.
Some people fall up... Others fall down.
You never get on purposefully really. The trip is one that consists of bags under eyes and dried tears on newspaper articles. The headlines read: The Sun is Missing.
The old man on the right is running from the death of is wife. The young woman on the left is trying to move on from the broken shards in her chest. The bald little girl in the corner is hiding from the dark.
You wouldn't know where they're all going until you board the train yourself. It never stops. It just keeps going. Round and round in the same cycle, inside the same clouded minds of different people. So, in conclusion, the train leads no where. The mystery train of the mind continues on its rattling tracks, threatening at any moment to fall off.
