Waiting

Waiting for the train to arrive. Waiting, always waiting. Waiting for her life. Waiting for love. As one waits for the train. As if things happened only because you waited for them. Never moving, always waiting. Not knowing that she was not in the right stop so her train was never going to pass by. Not knowing that you can't get on a life as you get on a train, that you need to run along to be able to catch your life.

Yet, she spent the whole life waiting and the only thing that stopped along was death.