Fleeting

I find happiness on the subway:

Warm and at ease, I let the sunlight engulf me.
Squeezing slowly, I close my eyes, letting the spots dance
beneath my eyelids.

We are all strangers, comfortable as we are tucked under this blanket of silence.
The world rushes by, speeding through tunnels
and I feel nothing.
As if this hub of burgundy seats exists separately from the world
Calm and

detached.


Or maybe I'm a dreamer




And this is really turmoil.