Written by Praveena Javvadi.
Graphic by Peyton Cabaniss.
You are the train.
You will go. And you will fill.
And you will come bustling apart at the sides with all kinds of Joy and despair and laughter and tears and anger. And love.
And you will go. And you will fill.
But I am the stop. And as long as we‘re at the same station, you will fill.
You will fill with my joy, my despair, my laughter, my tears, my anger. My love.
And you will go.
And you will remember my station, as long as you are filled with parts of me. But all of the joy and despair and laughter and tears and anger. And love. All of them will step off the train.
And then what will you remember.
The train thinks that parts of the station are going to stay, but the stations knows people. And the station knows no one can stay on the train whose job it is to go.
The only thing the station could ask for, is for the train to know that too. But all the station wished for, was for the train to come back and to be wrong.