I told the pessimist in me to take a break. She keeps things real but wonderland is really where I always wanted to be. So I stepped, with a hop and a skip, aboard a train with unpredictable timetables and stops so long and dreary, even the most patient passenger gets fidgety.
Through the window, I waved goodbye, not knowing to what or who. Then I saw my heavy suitcases laying abandoned on the platform, and I shed no tears.
I caught a glimpse of Lost-&-Lonely Saturday afternoon. I waved goodbye.
I spotted Miss Vain Hope On A Date. And I blew her a flying kiss.
The train moved and my heart beat like a butterfly dying in the heat yet thrilled by the iridescent petal it rested on. Flap, flap, flutter it went.
Painful palpitation. I never want it to stop.
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