porridge

you always think you're going to notice when everything changes. the sun should have a different hue, or the birds a different tune, or the ocean a different blue, like in the movies. maybe all your memories should be in sepia, so you know they're too far behind to recapture.

i don't think there will be a stop here next time. i think the station will decay and the track will fade away. but maybe we'll find each other in that place we've always thought we would go, but never have.