Where is my mind?

Where-Is-My-Mind-2 Where-is-My-Mind-3 Where-is-my-mindThere is nothing more heartbreaking that a ride on the melancholy train. Rain. Cold. Night. You stare at your own reflection and can’t believe what you see. You look at others, the exact same patterns. No light in their eyes. We commute from day to day with no point, missing targets, dragging endlessly…forever dragging.