And still I see all the things that try to stop me from dreaming, from trying to achieve all the things I'm destined to achieve. No time to pause it's best to stare right through them--translucent as they are.

The trail that that girl left me.

Sprinkled memories in a rotten place, but still I call it home. My bag is on the bed and I've been sweating for days trying to remember my name, trying to remember all the things that I said. It'll be quiet once the lights go out and the toxins settle just like they planned when I stepped onto the train.