Cold morning thoughts

Life has been passing me by like a cold train. Fast and too distant to see any faces. I wish I

could catch a ride but I've been stuck at the melancholy inn for as long as I can remember.

I’m not necessarily a sad person, I have days where life feels full and like everything is okay but

most days pass me by. I feel like an observer. Like a director with no control.

I can hear the sounds of the world, the warmth of people’s voices but none seem to really reach

me. I only feel the cold sting as my peers pass me by. The empty halls give me no warmth. Only old yells of past memories. The lighters that were once lit and the fires that have been put to rest. 

I wish I too could play with fire, but I have no matches. How do I make a legacy if no one is giving me the chance.

“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by

only see a wisp of smoke”

― Vincent Van Gogh