Disconnected

Feeling disconnected distorts your reality

Ghost cars
On ghost trains
Carrying ghost passengers
With ghost names

Hidden meanings
In hidden lies
Secret windows
Looking through secret lives

I live today
To hope tomorrow
That things will change
I will feel less sorrow

Author's Note

I have a bit of a journal fetish, I have to resist buying them wherever I go so at any given time I have a stack of blank journals waiting to be used. Some of them I've had for years. I found this poem in the middle of my textiles journal, I only vaguely remember writing it. I was riding the light rail home, still struggling with finding a sense of normalcy in my life, and how confusing it felt to feel so lost surrounded by so many people. There are a few more stanza's after this one but they seemed to stem from different thoughts so I left them out. Anyway, it was like wearing an old jacket and finding ten dollars in the pocket.