Waiting for a train.

Alone.

Standing.

Looking at the sky, there are mountains under the sea. 

The wind is so loud that it deafens my mind.

The sun is so yellow that it removes the green from the leaves.

The split ends brushing on my arms.

A heartbeat per second.

The train is finally there.

A minute was split in half.

A rail has snapped.

The train has changed its course.

Towards me.

A tear dropped from my eye.