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I grabbed someone's hand. Just grabbed it. What was I doing. Who's hand was it. I didn't even want to look. I was WAY too scared and I was here for a few hours.
I stood there looking at the screen showing the train times. I was avoiding going home.
I cried out to the sky. As the stars fell around us,. A scattering of gold dust,. Cathedral bells rang out;. Reminding us of every hour passed,. All I saw was the. Green-amber of your eyes,.
Carnet d'un Garçon banal Je n'ai jamais su comprendre le sens du mot : Conte, je ne peut imaginer un monde si différent dans lequel je vis .
Once there were two girls named Sara and Mary. The girls were on a trip in the desert and their tour guide ran off. The girls saw a small town. The town had only six buildings.
It felt like something echoing through the cargo. My fear. When i looked out of the window of the train, homes, green pastures passes behind me, like something as virtual as on a television screen.
This is the London overground service to highbury and islington, The next stop is Hoxton.
I know it's not good but oh well the train station was filled with smoke as the final train stuttered in to the overcrowded platform .
#lookatmeandwhatdoyousee #youngwritershousehold You look at me And what do you see.
When you depart. It will break my heart. And all my dreams will fall apart. As the train leaves the station. It will cause desperation. Because its carrying you. It is you I will miss.
Watching out the window, The train drives slowly on, Landscapes always coming, And just as quickly gone.
It's a brand new day. The sun is out, saying hey. I am sitting on a train. Just thinking, using my brain. It says no. My hearts says yes. Where to go. It's a mess. Who to listen to.
With a receding evening sweat From the Olympic cross-Kings Cross 200m civil-servant-dash: Shirtsleeves, brogues, overweight laptop bag And a phantom-of-the-opera Dichotomy, though that is too easy...
An hour and a half later, I was sitting curled up next to Jason, watching the countryside of Yorkshire speed past my train window.
Lacklustre days filled with erratic rain that stain my clothes. What today and tomorrow holds, I already know. I'm on a train to somewhere, for reasons unknown. On a crowded carriage I'm on my own.
Travel As I sit and ponder my thoughts on this train I look out of the window and feel insane For what happen s out there as we pass by Who decided to live just there and why Is it the work country...
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Theres a new crazie on board the train. And soon all shall know his name. He's governed by the moon. And his stereotypes go boom. He's all kinds of different crazie's.
It was the day after the wedding before Wonky Bill was sad and staring some more I sat down by his side on this the 2nd train ride As he talked about his love for an Ugly Sister He told me he had...
@smellyfingers @sjw @naaviie Wakey Wakey fellow crazies... I wander through the carriages Surveying the aftermath Of a truly mad party The likes the Cuckoo Train's never had.
So, the party onboard this crazy train Is well under way and far from sane The crazy house band plays on Playing some rather unusual kinds of songs You see, the drummers drums are made of jelly The...
There's a fella on this train. Wearing shorts, even in this rain. He may be quite bold. But his legs must be cold. Or there's something wrong with his brain. He's spilling over with fat.
So this lawyers on a long train journey and is sitting next to a blonde. Deciding to waste some of the time, the lawyer proposes a game.
i'm sitting here. on this train and i. start seein' all the passengers wavin' goodbye. i turn away and start thinkin' about. the you i'm leavin. and i feel free. i used to think.