Why Why does nobody like what I write?

At The Station Hands are sweating. Mind is racing. Should I be here or should I return to normality. Five mins until the train draws in; it's running on time. What will they think of me when they realise. People walking past doing what they do. Heads down chasing time. The human race is driven by time. I want to run. The world seems so regimented now. Us doing what we have to do, as the clocks dictate. I look down at the empty cup. Another coffee bought and drunk while chasing time. Rolling the cup in my hands I stare into its empty void. #life is full of so many possibilities yet I have managed so few. I don't want an empty cup. I hear the train. Now I have to choose.

Time Stop the clocks. Want to sit for a while. A moment in time where nothing changes. A time to just be.

Obvious Advice I once read in a travel book for America that if you get bitten by an alligator you should seek medical attention. Very helpful.

#life #life has the most amazing ability to shock you, surprise you and most of all hug you when you least expect it. Live #life.