Train...

There is no train.
But There is He.
He is standing there among others who also standing.
He seems like waiting for something but he looked lost.
He does not know what to do.
He looks around.

There are lot of people.
Many kind of them.
Some sit and lean against the wall.
Some even look comfortable on their white fluffy beds that they create themselves from the sources that available around them.

Near the yellow line,
There are are different kind of people.
They look anxious,
It seems like they're waiting for something.
Maybe the train, perhaps.
These anxious people...
They look quite poor...
actually, far poorer from people who are lying on that white fluffy beds...
They don't have time to laugh unlike the others, those who are lying, those who are far away from the yellow line.

He stands there...
Standing...
and looking...

Suddenly he start to think...
Since I am here.... who should I join...

It seems like there are to big groups here...
1- Those who looked poor that anxiously standing near the yellow line...
2- those who seem like enjoying this place...
He thinks deeper...
.......
......
.......
..........
..........................!@£$%^&*(

argh....


suddenly, there is noise of iron friction.
there is light that likes a flare that strike deep down into his eyes....
it is at the other end of where his standing...
and the the strike become heavier as the light come nearer..

but still.. those people look the same... people who is lying, still lying,


and.....


the noise start to be gone in the middle of some ignorance people...
those who are lying comfortably...

and...

now...

There is a train...

what should he do???

...???

there is THE train... (what is he waiting for?)