I couldn't stay seated for long. I knew the train wouldn't reach my destination for at least another hour and I crooned about it. Whined to myself and pouted to my reflection through the window.
The trains wheels sounded so lacerated as they careened around each turn. A racket that would wake the homeless man at the end of the cable car. I couldn't stay seated for very long. I often get fidgety and can't control my body because the movements seem involuntary. Too much energy I guess. My body doesn't exhaust just wants to keep going. Trekking into the fields of the darkness just to find something. Anything. A feeling.
I couldn't stay quiet for long. I couldn't keep the thoughts in my head. The ones about the woman flipping through her newspaper. The ones about the man who was chewing his nails and spitting his residue on the floor. The kid bouncing his basket ball. Rat-tat-tat. The child and her mother who was sleeping.
I can't stay seated or quiet for long. I need substance. I need that feeling. A feeling.
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