A Replacement to Writing? 2005/2006

MRT in the mornings

Click-clack, click-clack,
heels on floor.
The rumble of the train, as it moves through tunnels,
and the swish of the opening doors.
More clickety-clack, clickety-clack,
beeps sound as the train doors close.

Rumble rumble rumble

The doors open and people step out,
heels on floor.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
The sounds echoes off the walls.
No one talks at all.

There is so much noise in the station,
and yet a silence covers all.

posted by tstar @ 10:02 PM