picture myself staring through a glass train window…

……………………….

Picture myself staring,

through a glass train window.

…………………….

The choo choos are deafened,

they become mere background noise

as your tired eyes give you away,

as weary,

falling asleep.

………………….

Warmth encompasses your body,

the views outside are mere blurs,

your limbs fall.

……………..

It’s a perfect journey,

across mountain and grass,

across the dew of your flesh,

across pathways in your mind,

as you dream through fabrics,

on your office sofa.

……………..

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