Saturday, September 24

Train Travel (3)

"She's tried on everything, every little thing inside her closet." This one must be about me.
The man comes back, I move my feet, he sits down.
The girl in front of me has put her head in her boyfriend's lap. She doesn't know how lucky she is.
People don't usually realize how lucky they are and what they have until they lose it. Didn't you do the same?
Lost in self-analysis. Did I ever do that? Not enjoy, not take advantage of what I had? Doesn't sound like me, but I may be too kind to myself at this late hour. I don't have such regrets.
I should sleep. The adrenaline has worn off, but the light is too bright, and words are pouring on the page.

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