The train

sorenbarrett

Frozen in time, are not we all cemented in the moment with shadows of the past,

lingering memories, some dark others lighter as they fade into the present.

Stuck, unable to move drug along in this train, looking out windows as images pass.

A blur, here and gone the pleasant and the banal, slums and garbage heaps.

We travel until darkness obscures our vision and we sleep.

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2026 03:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write SB. Leaves on the train line?! Not getting anywhere?

    • sorenbarrett

      Remember the old steam locomotives and one time it was so oversold I had to pay a child to slip in the window to hold me a seat. Thanks for the read my friend it is most appreciated



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