“The rusty train is on a long, long journey to Knowhere, and the only passenger on it looks out of the windows, fascinated and entranced by the beauty of all things nature as the picturesque scenery whizzes past. With a keener sense of time and in direction, the bony lad would have heard the wails and the warning signs coming from the outside; but mesmerized by and caring for only how beautiful everything looked from the inside, the lad was blessedly ignorant. Trudging on and on into forever, he does not feel the slightest remorse or regret, which he says, is the mightiest of all emotions. As dusk settles upon the landscapes that has blinded him so, the bony lad, slowly, but certainly, catches the first glimpses of utter hideousness. A sharp whimper betrays his outwardly defiance. Realizing his mistake, he stumbles up and out of the compartment, only to find, to his horror, enlightenment. He tries, with an effort, to suppress the confusion; but the train ploughs on as always. “It shan’t be too far now,” he hears a whisper as dull as a blunt blade stab through the faint heart. And just like that, a heartbeat of a second later, the dusklight clears; in its place, a brilliant shade of magenta covers the terrain. The lad shades his eyes from the light, and just like a million times before, a sigh, one of pleasure, escapes his lips. He can’t help it. Stifling the subsiding cries of anguish in his head, he takes his seat, and just like before, admires how unbelievingly beautiful it all was. And all was lost once again.”
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The Writer
Inspired by John Mayer’s
Stop This Train. I finally got this off my chest.
