_thinking about trains

I’ve been thinking about how fast trains go and how long it takes for them to stop.

I’ve always been an optimist, hoping to get to the destination on time and safe. Always looking for the light to show me the way, leaving mine on for others to see.

What happened to it? There’s no path that I can see and there’s no light in me to turn on, so...

How fast do trains go? How loud are they? Am I going to hear them coming?

I don’t see anything good coming my way anymore. Just a train wreck. I don’t feel lucky or smart or capable or pretty. I just see me dead on the rails.

So how fast do trains go? And how long does it take for them to stop?

Is it going to be just like a quick shut-off shift—a click? Or would it make that creak noise until it finally stops to eternal silence, like dimming out?

My cat ran away. I can’t work, my house is not safe, I don’t have money, and I am here at the train station going somewhere where I have nothing, so...

How fast do trains go?