walking mindlessly with no destination. public transit rings in my ears like falling rain. doors open and people run past preocuppied. i enter and immediately scan the crowd. searching for a challenge, anything at all. appearance. fashion. intelligence. morality. value. wipe sweat from forehead. there are none to contend. this is life on the subway.
stop one- welcome the beautiful mistress with scars! enter heartache. loss. insecurity. misunderstanding. invisibility. she cowers in the corner, hoping none will notice. all value defined in voices. indiferent to love. this is life on the subway.
stop two- welcome the distinguished drug dealer with his disguise! enter compromise. duplicity. distraction. ambiguity. corruption. he stands proud and strong, craving all to notice. hiding an empty skeleton behind designer clothes and good manners. he shuts off all reception. indiferent to turth. this is life on the subway.
stop three- welcome the ragged vagrant with an iron heart! enter hurt. addiction. failure. vice. frailty. tension. solitude. abondonment. jaded by judgment, he lies shivering on the bench. apathetic toward acknowledgement. stares used to haunt his dreams. now even death hides from him. ready to give up. indiferent to pain. this is life on the subway.
stop four- doors open and i exit with three others. farewell to all! farewell to vanity. desperation. comatose. collousness. purspose turns into a foreign word without a translation. this is life.
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