Now Departing

Dragging my suitcase behind me, containing what I couldn’t go without. As my feet feels heavier than ever before, I thread slowly against my reflection in the door, the door toward my destination, my goal.

Now I have never been much of a quitter but this time it was far too much. The expectations of predictable destinations for the picture-perfect frame, to sit within and claim as a price, for the hardship of an everyday daydream.

Truly I found it tempting for some time, to be like them and just sit, without a thrill other than having to pay a bill. And for as much as I loved, the economic freedom was putting chains on my heart.

Looking through the steel door, I feel the rush as they open and let out the stench of freedom.

Threading my way toward an empty seat, staring through the window at the platform, I take a deep breath. I can smell the moist breaths of anxiety from the people who’ve sat here before me.

Noticing that the sound had been as if muted before while the engine begins to roar, I sit down, and the train carries me far away from her door.