Feeling moody.

And you thought you had it all figured out. They say kids are naive, but some kids never grow up. Toddlers in ties trying to make a run at adulthood, never knowing that they’ll always be stuck at the starting line. Dismantled psyches from the beginning, screaming from the inside out but its not socially acceptable to have someone hold your hand anymore. You’re a man, or a woman, or something in between but definitely not a child. Get a job, pay taxes, contribute, and then die. No questions, head down, rat race, miss the train, spill the coffee, jumped, beat, lost. And you thought you had it all figured out. That this was it. This was all it was meant to be and its better to be part of the pain then be part of nothing at all because you at least want to feel something. But then the next train comes and you pick yourself up and shuffle on forward past the sliding doors. The tears don’t come but you feel the salt in your throat. The Aral Sea. Overhead the conductor says *next stop, wherever the fuck the narrator is going*… that’s Our cue. We get off the train, and We move forward. Silently hoping that We don’t have it all figured out;

that we’re naive kids and that we’re wrong.