Train of life

Short text about how I feel in my life

To me, life is like a high-speed train. I’m sitting inside, alone.
I watch other people’s lives pass by through my windows.
I see them love, suffer, move forward — at a pace much slower than mine.
I’m happy for them, truly.
But I quickly understood I would never be like them.
So I sat down and accepted the inevitable.

Sometimes, I tried to open the doors and let people in.
But each time, what came aboard was worse than loneliness.
So I let them get off at the next station.

It’s both a blessing and a curse.
I see things others can’t.
But I’m incapable of simple interactions.