From across the train I stare, looking deep at something that isn't there. In my mind I'm not really here, I'm somewhere else, somewhere better. Sand runs on for miles in every direction, and there's not a cloud in the sky, but it's not hot out. Here I am alone, my thoughts belong to me and me alone, and I need nothing more to survive. Here I can run endlessly, or sit, or fight. I can say whatever I want, do whatever I need, try anything I'd like.
As someone else walks by, they wave their arm, expecting a reply. I will give them one, in my own time. It doesn't matter who they are, they can wait for just one minute, while I say goodbye to my imaginary friends, and leave this place where I am at peace. Only one thing is missing from this place, and it's what I feel I need the most. One day I'll find her, one day.
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