text: Sometimes Sometimes I like to imagine myself taking a train. I don’t know where this train will take me, it doesn’t really matter. But I know that, for time I am on that train, nothing matters. Nothing I do can change where the train will arrive and it will arrive when it needs to and where it needs to. Maybe there are other people on this train, but I don’t care. I will never meet them again we are just passing one another and that is ok. We recognise each other as humans, there is no judgement in their eyes or mine. Maybe a few times my gazing eyes will meet another pair and for a few seconds as we look at one another there is an understanding that we are on the same ride together and we will arrive at our stop wherever that may be. Though the seats next to me are often empty, sometimes other passengers come up to me and ask if the seats are free of course it is always fine. I enjoy having the entire seat to myself, but it’s no good staying like that all the time. I can always learn something from the other passengers if I really listen to them and when they leave me I am never the person I was before. I’d like to think that some of the other passengers feel the same way after listening to me and the next person that listens to them might listen to me a little bit as well, just as many other passengers speak though me and after some time it’s like the entire train can listen to each other everywhere at the same time. The view from my window is really nice. The train doesn’t drive to fast so you always have enough time to take in the scenery. It might feel a bit repetitive, but in the moments where I look outside I’m always surprised at how much is out there. Sometimes I ask myself, why I always forget to look outside the window and I promise myself that I do it more often, but the train has a way of pulling you back inside. Sometimes we drive trough a tunnel and with the outside is pitch black suddenly all you see looking out is the reflection of the inside and before you know it that’s all you are interested in. I have to admit that I think about leaving the train every now and then. The rattling of the trains wheels on the tracks can sometimes be to much especially when the underground gets rough and bumpy. When the noise gets to loud to even sleep or talk or listen. And the tunnel becomes so long that you start to forget the view from the window. Getting out at the next station would certainly make the noise stop. No more dark tunnels. No more bumps. It does sound nice doesn’t it? But then I think of all the sometimes. The view outside my window. Listening to the people next to me. Or even a silent understanding that all the passengers on the train drive over the same bumps and through the same dark tunnels, but they didn’t leave the train they stayed and the train kept going for some time longer.