What is this feeling? It feels like something is coming. It feels like a warning, like a prelude to what’s coming. It feels like impending doom. I hate this feeling, it comes when it wants. I can be in the middle of great times with friends or at the edge of a building, and it still will come. But what is it?

Riding on the train today, I saw some signs. I saw an old man sitting next to new life. I saw an older mother today with an adult daughter. I would like a car, I thought. That way I can go furthur than the train. But the only thing keeping on the train is me. Sometimes, it has crappy service and a lot of delays. Well, I reached my stop for now, I suppose.