Subway
The subways in New York remind me of our minds
How each thought can rush past us
How life can be such a blur because we are moving too fast
Sometimes I ride the rush inside my mind
It brings me comfort to watch colors run and lights stick to windows
Very recently I found myself observing my experience as a passenger
When I was so intrigued to collect every detail of my short journey
I noticed people's feet that were straddled and their fingers wrapped around metal
I felt my bones jolt and sway as I sat and indulged in this calm atmosphere
I watch as a man talked quietly to a young woman with his hand on his cane and glasses at the bridge of his nose
There was a girl all alone sandwiched between two passengers with wires on her lap andher face being drained of tense facial expressions
People think, people listen, and people watch other humans as we all gather and move in the same direction
Our thoughts are moving as fast as us
We can choose to acknowledge the light chatter and squeaking train rails if we care to listen to it
We all fill our space in here
These compartments are ours
We can stay or we can go
This feeling, is a feeling of control
Not having to have a destination is reassuring
We all can just ride because the day never dies
Underground mice we are, concrete and tile our home
Constant movement gives us a high off serenity
We are avoiding the distraction we call life
This is the precise reason I chose to continually ride the subway to watch uniqueness fill these seats
To hear different tongues
To see different faces
To try and assume the emotions these passengers are feeling
We are just people going places
Running to places we have to be
Or rushing from places we have to escape