The gray sky along with its rain
accompanied the interlocking thrums of the trains.
The clacking footsteps of every person in the station
drowned the noise of droplets from the rainclouds.
Every passerby has their own story to tell,
problems to discuss,
and a life to live.
The world felt complete with its rhythmic
and steady imperfections.
The world kept on going
and yet
Two thoughts echoed through nothing:
"A feeling that somehow,
despite everything I've achieved,
despite everyone I've met
I am not living my life to the fullest."
The faint insights staggering.
"I don't really mind losing something at all.
It's part of life.
Nothing is permanent.
But why do I long
for something that I cannot even fathom?"