just a blog

my life is a station platform on which i stand and watch the trains of lives gone by as they pass through it. The memories of stolen moments, the regrets of what could have been and never really was. People i have known and lost and miss with every passing day. And now i stand alone the cloak that numbs me pulled close and tucked under my chin as the wind whistles heralding another train another chapter.Will this be the train that takes me away from my thoughts to that rock where i can sit and not feel. So i can take off my cloak and throw it to the sea and watching as the waves take it and pull it under. Will this be the train that free's me?