On a train as it rocks and rumble, I put on my headphones and stare out the window. I gaze for awhile at the shining lights then I look towards the reflections of the people on the same train.
I like looking at the people, turning my head slightly so I can study them via the reflections. Some with their heads bowed, some with empty glazes, others with nonchalance, attempting to shake off sleep. All with the same sad upside down smile.
Perhaps I see myself mirrored in every face, with its lines and worry and hints of despair, the forlornness and the loneliness. I like looking at the people, and sometimes smile towards them, mostly at the reflections. I put on my headphones, and the train has stopped.