Literature
Life in four songs
01.
Sitting in the back of the train, life going by so fast, yet so slow. Nothing to see, nothing to talk about.
The same four songs repeated over and over, my head on your shoulder, your head on mine. Almost asleep, we stand up, both at the same time, head back to our seats, closing the glass door, sitting down without touching, in a room of laughter.
Always without words.
We didn't need them.
02.
Laying on my bed, side by side, close enough for our one pair of headphones to reach both of us. Arms barely touching, feet up on the wall. Comfortable and silent, listening to the same four songs, over and over,
barely noticing that we a