Too Loud a Solitude

Stations, a place where people go for boarding trains which brings them to elsewhere. Nobody treat it as a final destination. In the viewpoint of a station, passengers are as mist, never stay and couldn't be retained.

We, being commuters passing through the station,  trying hard to squeeze into the small train carriage, are as well in the state of solitude. In the swinging tube, we are so close to the stranger next to us, so intimate but distanced.

We always try to avoid the inevitable skin contact, the direct eyesight, like magnets repelling each other. The face of strangers will always be blurry, brushing past our daily lives, what's left is just a misty image.

We left ourselves alone.

What a solitude, yet crowded and loud.