#ThoughtsInTransit

[adriftpoetry]

Dissociation Station

In the station of detachment, I stand, A passenger lost in the vast expanse of no man's land. The platform echoes with the silence of my mind, As the train of thoughts leaves reality behind.

Faces pass like fleeting shadows in the mist, In this station of dissociation, where time does not exist. The ticket to presence lost, misplaced, In the corridors of numbness, I wander, spaced.

Each platform a realm of fragmented dreams, Reality dissolves in elusive streams. The announcement speakers murmur in disarray, As I navigate the labyrinth where thoughts decay.

Trains of emotion thunder through, unheard, In this station of detachment, where feelings are blurred. The timetable of self, a puzzle unsolved, As the echoes of existence remain unresolved.

No destination, no arrival, only departure, In this dissociation station, a silent departure. A one-way ticket to a realm unknown, Where the self journeys, suspended and alone.

Faces blend into a canvas of anonymity, In this station of dissociation, a surreal symphony. The whistle of the train, a distant cry, As I linger in the echoes, wondering why.

Dissociation station, a transient abode, A place where fragments of the self erode. In the waiting room of detachment, I reside, Lost in the station where the self can hide. -adriftpoetry

[mattxwag]

I had dreams and things I wanted to be I prayed because I was ignorant I did not expect the world to look so different- From the eyes of twenty one compared to ten. We all grow up and forget The dreams we had when we were kids But I don't think we really forget; We just realize that life is a disappointment. You cannot be whatever you want. Love isn't real- and Christmas is not magical like it used to be.

thoughts in transit- PMtoday

[mariannejosette-blog-blog]

Location: somewhere towards Connecticut on Amtrak Here is a sunset just as breathtaking as the sunrise I saw nearly 12 hours prior. This was taken on the same day as my image from my previous post. Even as I was fighting fatigue, a delayed train home and whatever other worries I had, I made time to appreciate this.

[houseofmusings]

Haikus On Commute

Sunshine FLOODS my room, Coffee SHOT through my body... Time moves so s l o w l y. Monday comes too soon. Slept. (And yet I am restless) Hazy summer days. Would prefer all BLACK. orange dress is MISleading I am TOO exposed. What will this day bring? Will I be able to smile? My soul feels so s h y.

[cynthiaschames]

Thoughts in Transit

As sad as Amy Winehouse's death ultimately was, I'm really happy to have known her through her music. I hope she is resting peacefully now and has outrun the demons that drove her to such great artistic heights.