morning train

so worn, so meaningful

been a while since i’ve taken a red-eye

then the early train

feeling winter through the sliding doors

a new day

worn seats so full

dark clothes

tired faces, worn shoes, worn everything

somehow keep going

i find myself wondering

in spite of my optimism

why?

what’s the point

all this exhaustion?

trying

effort

continuance

but it’s right there

entering the carousel

live…