Panicking never helps anyone. But it's an inevitable human emotion.
Standing at Kings
Cross Station, waiting for my train. My stomach swarming with butterflies. I check my
wallet for my ticket. My fingers are shaking. It's actually quite warm but my nerves are
frosting inside. The familiar sound of the squeaky train wheels echoed through the
platform. Endless floods of people came pouring out. Some people can be extremely
inconsiderate. Pushing and forcing their way through before a gap forms. I walked onto
the train and took a seat on the upper level looking down at the carriage foyer. I looked at
my reflection in the darkened window. Scruffy..droopy..lonely. my three graces.
Resting my head on the seat I closed my eyes. And imagined a world where everything
is perfect.
Where I am perfect.
Cross Station, waiting for my train. My stomach swarming with butterflies. I check my
wallet for my ticket. My fingers are shaking. It's actually quite warm but my nerves are
frosting inside. The familiar sound of the squeaky train wheels echoed through the
platform. Endless floods of people came pouring out. Some people can be extremely
inconsiderate. Pushing and forcing their way through before a gap forms. I walked onto
the train and took a seat on the upper level looking down at the carriage foyer. I looked at
my reflection in the darkened window. Scruffy..droopy..lonely. my three graces.
Resting my head on the seat I closed my eyes. And imagined a world where everything
is perfect.
Where I am perfect.