Train Wreck

Know those nights when you don’t get enough sleep and all the dark thoughts in you stay as you try to get up and deal with the day? They lay in shadows and whisply brush against your grey matter, haunting and taunting you with deceptive images of the past.

I feel like a train wreck. A twisted mass of metal laying bare on the tracks. Use my scrap from some beautiful sculpture that others can gaze at in wonder or try to decify the message contained in the metal.

Eventually, the tracks will clear. Magically, the train will reappear and somehow proceed on its ghostly way to destinations unknown.

I hate feeling like a train wreck.

(Jan. 2006)

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