What I Write When I Miss You
My life these days are quite similar. I peer into the darkness lit by little lights that my loved ones have left behind. All I see is an endless row of fishplates and railway tracks. The stations on the way are mere distractions, some day I need to unload, unwind. Someday I need to stop this speed. Someday will be my last day, some journey, my last errand to run. Some day I will pull into a station... never to leave.
In my journey tearing through the darkness of my life, I am guided by the Spirits and also by the memories of wonderful journeys from the past. My Grandma smiles down and so does my Uncle and all those loved ones who have now completed their dreary journeys and watch over me. Someday I too will gaze down on fellow travelers and guide my loved ones.
Life is long, It takes a long time living. Enjoy the clatter, be guided by the stars and the signals.