Me TooI see a kid on the subway. Gotta be somewhere around three or four by his looks and demeanor. He's just kneeling on the seat watching the speed of this thing, practically fascinated over something seemingly mundane. He hasn't a care in the world except he's along for the ride. He's happy. He smiles and laughs and babbles disjointed sentences to himself.Me Too by Walking-Maelstrom
The train stops. I no longer see the kid. It's like he never existed at all...vanished outta thin air.
People board. Chatter breaks out but when I look up faces aren't moving. The faces themselves are blobs, white and amorphous blobs that look more like gobs of white paint on a canvas. I stare out the window as the chatter continues wondering what made that kid so giddy.
Ad signs change. One or two-word slogans.
I close my eyes. I was tired anyway.
Chatter picking up agai