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finding feelings , first couple of paragraphs
The hooded figure sits tight as he waits for the arrival of the next train , eager to see what the world has brought for him today , for his mind to feast upon and fill his little head with endorphins from new and interesting experiences. Jordan found peace here , the echoes , the silence , filthy tiles , miserable smiles , the fact that most of these people he shall never meet again , a certain sense of apocalyptic nature to the place , a million souls shall pass through this place , but where do they get spewed out ? Sewage spills from semes , dirty socks , fluorescent lights , a timeless masterpiece of human interaction. A tube into the heart of the earth , a tube into the heart of our wallets , this place is like a vacuum of time , things constantly in movement yet nothing seems to change . This place seems special .
Jordan started as he heard the line begin to rumble , steady footsteps began to shuffle in anticipation. This hit harder than any drug . Crying children , furious mothers , people of business , trenchcoats down to their knees , in the cage like mice . The train screeched to a stop , the soothing voice of the doors opening called out , followed by the unruly cries of the passengers pooling out of the train thick like blood from a snake . Jordan made his way cautiously through the crowd , and slithered through the doors of the train , trying his best not to touch anyone or anything as he made his grand entrance. The hustle ! The bustle ! these words flow through his head and he keeps a straight face in the crowd of ashen expression . Right here he was god , and these where his people , raw feelings , you don't get any more real than people , and Jordan loved people .
Alone . An idle choice of path led him down this route , away from home , this place isn't home . Home was where mum cooked his dinners , and there was always someone to talk to . Growing up is lonely and since Jordan lacked a relationship at any point in his life he felt very alone . Jordan loved emotion and yet has been deprived of love for so long that he has just tried to live without it . These other feelings are ok , but one really calls his heart.
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Jordan started as he heard the line begin to rumble , steady footsteps began to shuffle in anticipation. This hit harder than any drug . Crying children , furious mothers , people of business , trenchcoats down to their knees , in the cage like mice . The train screeched to a stop , the soothing voice of the doors opening called out , followed by the unruly cries of the passengers pooling out of the train thick like blood from a snake . Jordan made his way cautiously through the crowd , and slithered through the doors of the train , trying his best not to touch anyone or anything as he made his grand entrance. The hustle ! The bustle ! these words flow through his head and he keeps a straight face in the crowd of ashen expression . Right here he was god , and these where his people , raw feelings , you don't get any more real than people , and Jordan loved people .
Alone . An idle choice of path led him down this route , away from home , this place isn't home . Home was where mum cooked his dinners , and there was always someone to talk to . Growing up is lonely and since Jordan lacked a relationship at any point in his life he felt very alone . Jordan loved emotion and yet has been deprived of love for so long that he has just tried to live without it . These other feelings are ok , but one really calls his heart.
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