LAST TRAIN OUT

 A restlessness has found its way into my body. Seeped the pores and enveloped itself around my once sleepish mind. I wouldn't say it's a negative, yet I find myself changing so completely at a moment's glance. I felt a wave of melancholia wash over me the other day. I couldn't figure out whether it was a dormant grief or a sorrow that was even my own. Haven't slept since...not like I used to. I cannot tell you what I'm becoming. I am still searching for its familiarity myself. I found a semblance of solace in a vision I keep having. A vision that happens upon me with no clear conclusion. Maybe you could help me put the pieces together in a way that I simply cannot. Panting, the kind one could only sense when running out of time. The town is empty and instills a subtle sense of déjà vu that prompts a second glance. The kind of town that is familiar, as it is innocuous in the grand scheme of one's relevant memories. My chest thrusts itself upon the doors with a fervent desperation. I recollect myself once I see I'm inside. My chest tightens a bit less.

How odd, what is it that's creating such anxiety? I seem to be the only one here. My knees meet the ground before my eyes do. Trembling, I shudder back to posture and proceed. I am reduced to a shuffle of quickened steps and widened eyes down the hall. Not a single soul but my own. I arrive to find the train waiting, empty, seeking. The train was awaiting my arrival. The closer I approach, the clearer a ringing bell becomes. A dainty chord of notes beckoning me. Delicate like that which you would find serenading a newborn child. A figure also becomes apparent. A man of stout stature with a ghost of a smile grazing his lips. Appearing in clothes for a forlorn decade, his tipped hat hides a humanizing vulnerability I was curious to see. My eyes could not meet his, yet we knew we'd seen one another. I set my foot, just above the gap, and paused a moment longer to witness this conspicuous figure. To no avail, it seemed to be a secret this train intended to keep. I reclined in my chair and forgot my destination as I tried to recall it. I searched myself for a ticket or some memento of what this trip may have been for. What was initially a gentle pat became a near bludgeoning of my own making. Hands gripping for certainty. Where the hell am I going? Why can't I remember? Am I even here? I steadied my breathing once the train initiated the journey. I may find my memory along the way. Just breathe. You're the only passenger, it seems. Give your mind some solace in this peace, at the very least.