All these women. Seated side by side, colour against colour, texture against texture.
Each heart beating with life and longing.
Some stinging with hate, some broken by fate, some softer for the years they have witnessed, some harder for all of life's lessons.
Some smile with their toes, some with their hands. Some sing to distant memories, some to the shadows of yesterday.
And some women, they smile to their secret selves. To the spark that will light tomorrow's fire.
Mothers, sisters, daughters, wives and lovers. They sit together, their dreams and thoughts rising upwards, floating mists of wanting, coloured wisps of love, hate and everything in between intertwining invisibly inside the confining compartment of steel.
How far apart we all are and yet how very close.
1 Whispers in the wind:
Riding the train? Are you back in Bbay?
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