TRAINS..trains. I remember around the first year or so of high school hearing the sound of the train..passing..exactly 4 times each night..it was so loud...nowadays..though im unable to maintain a normal sleeping pattern..i never hear it. These tracks make an event occur. They allow the passing of the train..to/and from a destination..
Just like my legs..which help me walk..just like my lungs which help me breathe..
just like my dreams..make me.
Such is the tracks of a train..you can't have one..without the other.
my will and myself..make me. "I am my event..which i myself..allow to occur" is what i always think to myself.
Even if it feels as if a train passes over me..over and over..and over..I'm still alive.
I'm still here. i'm not afraid anymore.
Love.Love.Love
-Linda Cruz
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