I have never observed the curves of a mountain so closely. I thought mountains are just pointed edges, pricking the endless serene sky. It feels like I've been chasing the wrong curves all my life!
From the train's door, I watch the Sun being swallowed by the mountains. Like a mother caressing her child's forehead, putting her into an deep, pure sleep.
I see the train encircling a stretch of trees, that seem to have stood there, throughout the Earth's existence, untouched and undisturbed by the complexities of human life.
We often see places we only could dream of, touch lives in a way we could never think of, hold hands of the one we always want to live for, create things that the ancients could only pray for... Yet within us we still feel a hole that would never be filled, an emptiness that has no end. We live in the painful awareness of a part of us that can never be felt or heard by another. We constantly yearn, for we never learn!
I see lives lost in this yearning, just like this train that'll sink in the darkness of the endless tunnel..!
We need to rise again............................
