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I always dreaming
I grew up in a small town most don't even acknowledge it's on the map.
Big cities don't know we even exist
their question is where's that. As a little girl first hearing a frightening sound was a train. We lived so close to the tracks my first frightening experience made me think it was coming through the house. Seventeen steps and I'm standing in the middle of the tracks.
The rocks sparkled I don't know what made them do that the sparkle. It took me a while to build courage to see the train up close. Seeing it I had to, I'm so small and that bigo thang scares me. I remember I couldn't sleep until I knew that it passed without roaring through our house. Everybody in this town knew of the train living their entire life here.
After living in the what we call country it being quiet hardly any cars passed our house let alone a train.
After such a long time I realized it wouldn't come through the house I mean. And now I'm use to the sound it's kinda comforting kinda home like.
As I grew up I got to where I knew what time the North and South bound train would go through.
By now I am fascinated by trains then we got Amtrak coming through going from city to city. My fantasy grew I told no one but I still dream of my train. Not a CSX one, a business a home and a rolling hotel. Having a box house just like any other house at the end of the train. I started from the tracks and built my way up. Now when folks ask me where I live my answer is on the tracks. When asked where's that it's my answer is any where the train goes.
Devin Planes is Steak's conductor he's an engineer plain talking old school. Working together we built a friendship that join us together like box cars for the train. We talk morning, noon and night. Even when we're not talking he testing my attention. When he designed my box house I got to know him real well me asking him everything and he ate it up.
Not throwing his knowledge around he's my go to, my keep your head on straight a GPS for my emotions and he knows it. This morning I awoke to a tear rolling down my face from last night crying.
Just like always he the beginning and I'm at the end of his life alone.
I can't handle my feeling for someone like that and it's better left unsaid.
We don't talk about it but I'm not there to be an invitation to his life.
A man that is not for the keeping and with him a mess up won't be done by me. Day in and out he's there unless he's with his one from this town then he's I got a migraine. I know what that means and I wine up curled up crying alone.
Then for a while I'm distant I go out of the way avoiding him. Most of the time I go out of my way to avoid'em.
Anyway there was his light tap on my front door then a louder one with a soft spoken Jay? I snapped,
I hear you in a loud voice wiping away last night's tear. Collecting myself I got ready to regroup reguarding the next passengers. Sitting still on the tracks in Staples gave my the time I needed. Making sure everything is clean and in it's rightful place me being the maid.
Checking every compartment stripping the beds for clean linens it's 6 now to be ready by 8.
Every compartment shines a bright sky blue certain and bed spread with cyan blue carpet except one.
This compartment is white full of toys games and a TV for the little ones. The Halls are somewhat tight just enough room for two to pass turning sideways. Morning cleaning and his ass has to leave his post to remind me of his last night's migraine.
In passing with others watching he mumbled, what's wrong with you? I didn't say anything out loud but in my mind, you need to do something about those migraine I said.
I wouldn't say that to his face knowing I have no right to position myself like that. He doesn't know but he weakens my everything and I don't like it.
I don't like what I'm feeling for him cause in my head I see him laughing with others talking about it.
It's happened before with others
and that's the thought I get from this feeling when I feel this way. Standing in the dining cart talking to Bruce my cook his eyes catch mine, I look away.
He just stands there knowing I have to pass him to get to the laundry. We need to talk he says I roll my eyes and keep going. After a while the door open and close. We just look at each without saying anything.
I push pass leaving the breakfast linger throughout the dining cart now 7:45 ready for the new passengers. I greet the passengers as they come abroad with a look at Devin
to get the train started.
Now 8 oclock' the heartbeat of the rail beating.
© Blue
Big cities don't know we even exist
their question is where's that. As a little girl first hearing a frightening sound was a train. We lived so close to the tracks my first frightening experience made me think it was coming through the house. Seventeen steps and I'm standing in the middle of the tracks.
The rocks sparkled I don't know what made them do that the sparkle. It took me a while to build courage to see the train up close. Seeing it I had to, I'm so small and that bigo thang scares me. I remember I couldn't sleep until I knew that it passed without roaring through our house. Everybody in this town knew of the train living their entire life here.
After living in the what we call country it being quiet hardly any cars passed our house let alone a train.
After such a long time I realized it wouldn't come through the house I mean. And now I'm use to the sound it's kinda comforting kinda home like.
As I grew up I got to where I knew what time the North and South bound train would go through.
By now I am fascinated by trains then we got Amtrak coming through going from city to city. My fantasy grew I told no one but I still dream of my train. Not a CSX one, a business a home and a rolling hotel. Having a box house just like any other house at the end of the train. I started from the tracks and built my way up. Now when folks ask me where I live my answer is on the tracks. When asked where's that it's my answer is any where the train goes.
Devin Planes is Steak's conductor he's an engineer plain talking old school. Working together we built a friendship that join us together like box cars for the train. We talk morning, noon and night. Even when we're not talking he testing my attention. When he designed my box house I got to know him real well me asking him everything and he ate it up.
Not throwing his knowledge around he's my go to, my keep your head on straight a GPS for my emotions and he knows it. This morning I awoke to a tear rolling down my face from last night crying.
Just like always he the beginning and I'm at the end of his life alone.
I can't handle my feeling for someone like that and it's better left unsaid.
We don't talk about it but I'm not there to be an invitation to his life.
A man that is not for the keeping and with him a mess up won't be done by me. Day in and out he's there unless he's with his one from this town then he's I got a migraine. I know what that means and I wine up curled up crying alone.
Then for a while I'm distant I go out of the way avoiding him. Most of the time I go out of my way to avoid'em.
Anyway there was his light tap on my front door then a louder one with a soft spoken Jay? I snapped,
I hear you in a loud voice wiping away last night's tear. Collecting myself I got ready to regroup reguarding the next passengers. Sitting still on the tracks in Staples gave my the time I needed. Making sure everything is clean and in it's rightful place me being the maid.
Checking every compartment stripping the beds for clean linens it's 6 now to be ready by 8.
Every compartment shines a bright sky blue certain and bed spread with cyan blue carpet except one.
This compartment is white full of toys games and a TV for the little ones. The Halls are somewhat tight just enough room for two to pass turning sideways. Morning cleaning and his ass has to leave his post to remind me of his last night's migraine.
In passing with others watching he mumbled, what's wrong with you? I didn't say anything out loud but in my mind, you need to do something about those migraine I said.
I wouldn't say that to his face knowing I have no right to position myself like that. He doesn't know but he weakens my everything and I don't like it.
I don't like what I'm feeling for him cause in my head I see him laughing with others talking about it.
It's happened before with others
and that's the thought I get from this feeling when I feel this way. Standing in the dining cart talking to Bruce my cook his eyes catch mine, I look away.
He just stands there knowing I have to pass him to get to the laundry. We need to talk he says I roll my eyes and keep going. After a while the door open and close. We just look at each without saying anything.
I push pass leaving the breakfast linger throughout the dining cart now 7:45 ready for the new passengers. I greet the passengers as they come abroad with a look at Devin
to get the train started.
Now 8 oclock' the heartbeat of the rail beating.
© Blue
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