Morning Pages, June 12 2015

I need a name

For that feeling

When you wait on a crowded platform

Full of people with different belief systems

Mostly in the dogma of forming reasonable lines

And the train

Stops

And the door inches past you just far enough that you feel like its telling you as clearly as a train can

To go right back home


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