Last Stop...

The bell goes off!... and you step inside the metal ring full of emotions, and glance around you in awe. Realizing you are now face to face with all these fighters, who are either in they’re prime or worn out and ready to retire. The looks of pain coupled with joy. Anger siding with the stoic expression of a Buddhist monk. Looking around you, how many people around you are heart broken, blissfully in love, on their way to see their loved ones, or to their new companion. Where are the ones riding to the side relationship that will fill them with the remorse of a murderer until confessed? As they put their heads down in shame and attempt to justify the trip, only thoughts of passion and excitement come to mind to cloud their superior judgment. I’m trapped and hopelessly being consumed by all these energies surrounding me, fueling my own anguish. Glancing through the window, down at the swiftly moving tracks, the realization sends a reverberating chill through my spine, that the train keeps on moving. I find myself dazed out, blindly staring directly at the floor watching the lights pass by in the corner pockets of my eyes in a big blur…as if time slowed down I could feel my mind floating and leaving my body standing there...escaping it's iron jaws. Looking down at the lights they seemed for a second almost like the tail of a comet as if I was in a space ship, racing to my destination at another planet, where the atmosphere may slightly numb the pain. Returning back to reality, I learned it does not care about your feelings, nor does it feel guilty for leaving you behind to fend for yourself. In all actuality, the metal behemoth doesn’t even know you exist.