Early Morning Thoughts 1

The other day while was on the 7:21 Local, crouched in a corner on my way to another day at college looking out of the window i dreamt, dreamt of all the passing by towns, building, empty forest areas the train was crossing, the forty five minute journey seems really small from one station to another really, but the miles we cover and each little area we cross each having its own stories.

I Cross those places every day and so do all my daily co passengers in the stuffy ladies local, partners of those brief daily journeys, do they know me? Do I know where they are off to, what battles they fight. Our lives like these train tracks cross the tracks of so many like us yet we are sole travellers of ours. We are alone in our own journeys, briefly aligning with some for a certain period then again off to our own paths. Are we really alone? Or are we silently navigating this journey of life with millions of co-passengers of this local trains all to our own destinations.