we write to get things off our chest. have some spare time? read some of the below to delve into our minds.
The boardwalk seems endless and obscure with its one little light on top of a door by the end of it, along the sides the benches that sit there are empty and only a few lanterns shine there light in between.
It’s 7:30 am, and as every other morning you stand in line as other people do the same around you. Everybody sharing your demise has the same zombie-esque look.
The sign reads: “TRAIN 0430: Departure – 8:00 am / Boarding Dock – 90 / Destination – Unkown” and as you begin to look away from the illuminated sign hanging on the bright white marble wall…