i like to tell stories

Tonight I went to a place in Brooklyn I had only been once before. When I left this place, I walked to the train only I went the wrong way while lost in my thoughts and ended up not at the station that was my target but one even further away. So I climbed those stairs and waited on that platform in the sky, the snow had begun.

When the train came, I boarded, I found a seat, I turned up the music in my head and I waited for my stop. Stop by stop went by, I knew I had a very long way to go so I got lost in my thoughts, again. The train stopped, I hadn’t really been sleeping but I wouldn’t describe myself as having been awake either. I had boarded the wrong train. I was now in Queens. Now I was not only lost in my thoughts, but just plain lost in one of the three boroughs I would now visit tonight.

I checked the map, found my next target and waited. This time when I got to my goal, I noticed and left that platform in the ground. The sky was still spilling its white love from above and now the ground below me was screaming its white love right back.