Forgoe normality and swallow reality
Allow your heart to venture down its chosen path
There is a man, born from the shadows that melt seamlessly into the light which shines from the slowing train.
Standing against the wall, only the burning glow of his cigarette dangling precariously from his invisible lips is visible.
He soundlessly inhales the acidic smoke into his lungs, allowing it to fill him with the possibility of an early death, before slowly-powerfully-releasing the smoke back into an unforgiving world.
Trains arrive and leave the station, passengers trickling on or off, the number dying as the night ages.
A watcher would have though he was waiting for a tardy passenger to alight. A watcher would have been wrong...
To Be Continued...
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