Sequel: Interlude ›
Status: based on true imagined events
Jump
lost
The train pulls in. I let it blur past, a few strands of my hair sucked forward by the breeze. I step inside and get a whole section to myself. I sit facing the little map above the doors. I close my eyes and sway with the movement of the train. It’s a city tide, carrying me. I try not to count the stops but it’s like someone telling you not to think about something. I know exactly where I am.
I want to be lost. At least then there’s the possibility of being found.
I open my eyes and catch my reflection in the window across from me. I look at myself sitting here. I have blank, bruised eyes.
You’re fucking pathetic, I tell myself, curling my hands into fists. I hate you.
The face in the window doesn’t change. I know, it says.
I know.
I want to be lost. At least then there’s the possibility of being found.
I open my eyes and catch my reflection in the window across from me. I look at myself sitting here. I have blank, bruised eyes.
You’re fucking pathetic, I tell myself, curling my hands into fists. I hate you.
The face in the window doesn’t change. I know, it says.
I know.