Some people analyze and analyze and then analyze some more. I am one of them. But sometimes, I switch it off and follow only my heart. I hear the gears of my mind come to a grinding halt, like a piece of industrial machinery. Another noise ensues, that drumming noise inside my head again, rising from my chest.
We cannot know another’s heart, and this is why we question our own at times. No matter what ours may say, if the other person doesn’t share theirs, then there is nothing. Who would ever settle for nothing?
I hear my train in the distance again. Where is it going without me? And why do I want to be on board so badly.
The mystery of the unknown can be so enticing. To others it can be so scary.
When you look down the path on which you stand, what do you see? Who do you see?
The sound of the train always soothes me when I am falling asleep. Sometimes dreaming has to be good enough.
