The steady clacking on the rails Are not a soothing white noise It's loud It's harsh It's grating my last nerve -Kel Dayheart
5:00 A.M.
Resting commuter face With dead eyes that stare blankly off Into the distance not seeing Anyone in this mass of strangers Which is better than Making awkward eye contact -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 