and the thought constantly ping-pongs around her mind, if this really is the way forward or is she unknowingly moving behind? Like the tide that touches the shore Constantly being dragged back with a mere illusion of moving fore.
I saw the way his eyes brightened when he looked at her and I melancholically marvelled at his expressions which exactly mirrored mine when I looked at him.
On a dark dreary night lay a disastrous sight, bogies upon bogies of hope tumbled over, the conviction of making it out alive reduced to a crimson splatter on the grassy patch. There's just destruction every where one looks, coaches piled up, belongings strewn, limbs tangled. BogiesтАФ a metaphor for poor decisions I made all life long, no wonder my life is a train wreck after all.