Got out of work at 1:30.
Been stuck in this cold, wet weather waiting for the next train. Vagabonds sleeping inside the waiting room, cold in there too.
Body aches, lungs full of ash and longing for sleep.
I just need my warm bed and the feeling of safety. It’s humbling to realize how important home is. I didn’t eat today, I didn’t sleep well last night. The entire world is coated in frozen rain and hail. The lights outside shine off the pavement in haunting orange hues.
My skin is tight and all I have to keep me company is the voices of musicians I’ll never meet and their words trying to say it’ll be ok.