Trains.
It's been quite a long time since my "sad seasons" hit me like a raging train out of the tracks.
I, being the most heroic person I know (which doesn't really make much of a point when you literally know just three people), thought of playing Superman and try to stop it with my bare hands.
For quite a while, I really thought I could do it. That this time, the train will stop before the collision and I won't be left with debris and filth.
I was wrong.
For the fifty-second time (yes, I keep count), the train collided with my fragile thoughts and left me in pieces. The only difference this time is: I wasn't sure if I'm able to pick myself up again.
CZYTASZ
Word Vomit
Losowea collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.
