It’s almost six now. And the next stop is where you get off. The sun’s almost given up on our shadows as our train steadily drifts through the city.

Silhouettes; that’s all that become of you now. You gaze outside at the moving city. It’s like an old film reel on an infinite loop. Our shadows touch each other and move away moments later.
Over and over again.

I wonder where you’re going. “Home” you answer me back. I’ve let my thoughts slip away again. I smile back, a dry one. “Isn’t that where everyone’s heading?” I ask.
“Is it?” You ask back.

“Well, home can be anything; a place, a person” I reply.
“Never build one in another person” you say. “Always in yourself. Home should be where you go” you gaze away.

The muffled sound of the train compliments your silence. And soon it’s time for you to get off. The train slowly moves away, far away from your station. And then you look back only to be greeted by me.
“This isn’t your stop” you say. “Weren’t you going home?” You ask.
“I am” I say.
“Home is where home belongs.”

You smile back, move in closer and whisper,
“Well then, welcome home!”

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Home | July 17
Nana, Bangkok