Watching time pass by me as I stare out of the window of this metaphorical passenger train. I wonder if it would be better to live in one of the towns I pass instead of just whizzing by screaming out the window "I'll see you all next time around!"
The train stops for no one, but the towns, the towns I pass... That is where life lives. It has an address, it celebrates birthdays and weddings. Life is shared and taken in slowly in these towns... What a beautiful concept. I find myself getting lost in this thought, picturing my life in these towns. Honestly, it's the only thing that keeps me sane.
One day, one day I'll jump... I'll roll to safety and grow old in one of those towns. I'll show everyone my ticket stubs from the train and they will say, "Wow, you're so lucky, I always wanted to leave."
So I guess it's just like they say, "the grass is always greener on the other side." But I rarely see grass, just more train.