Thoughts run through my head so quickly,
as if life is stuck on fast forward and my mind is racing to keep up.
I hear a whistle in the distance
and realize that there are
freight train tears running down salty tracks on my face,
moving so fast I can't catch them.
But I chase after them anyway,
open arms in an open field
under a bright blue sky
punctuated with white clouds that float away
with the wind.
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