I hear the murmering, the sound of shoes on the tiled floor of the station. The pace too slow and the stairs too crowded. My head on muted and my body intoxicated. Dragging myself back to where I came from. Travelling back and forth and from house to home. Where can I lay down? Where is the silence that my heart recognizes?
I see the fog laid out as a blanket over the fields that move past me, and I am jealous, these strangers around me leave me cold.