Wind blowing on my face, a song on my lips and hundreds and thousands of faces.
I stand at the edge of the gate, in that train that I take every day.
I am nothing for those 18 odd minutes, I leave one half of the day behind to come back and live another half. It is my break. I don’t have to be anything; I don’t have to wear a mask. Amongst those hundreds and thousands of unknown faces, most which I might never see again, I lose my sense of being and at the same time am closest to me.
Half listening to the track playing on the background cutting out the chaos outside of me and inside me,I sense silence, blissful serene silence.
I am calm.
For those 18 odd minutes I am zero.
For those 18 odd minutes I am ALL.