Originally posted on F R E E D O M:
I could go, or so the argument goes… Logically, I could. All it takes is a few clicks and half a day stuck in a metal tube. Physically, I could. I’ve done it enough of times. Mentally, it’s a different story. I’m not ready (though am I ever ready.) The thing that gets me though is that, I don’t have ‘business’ being there. I don’t have business being there in the middle of November when it’s too late for autumn and too early for the Christmas bustle. November. It could just be the most depressing time of the year…but it doesn’t have to be, I could put it to good use (and not do the journey twice), I could stay put, stay here…stay and just stay. I look at faces on trains – all of them tired, few looking awake. I wonder about what they’re all thinking. My mom calls me and asks me how I am. I say tired, because I am, like another…