Listening to: Fantasy Music.
Reading: The Way of Kings.
Watching: The computer screen.
Playing: Soul Calibur II
Eating: Currently digesting edible substances.
Drinking: My hands are too full of keyboard and game console to hold a glass.
On The Train. I was just a child when I discovered the true meaning, and the disillusion, of 'strange' and 'normal'. But nobody else could see it.On The Train. by Finf
Mama, I saw two strange men on the train today. Their hair was long and in ponytails and they were wearing funny clothes. They looked like they lived in some far-off world and they had swords at their sides. Mama, they were arguing. Mama, who were those strange men?
This morning was a serene morning. It was neither good nor bad, it was neither sunny nor rainy. It was just so. I decided this slowly as I walked to the train station, by myself as always, to catch the train to school. Everybody was taller than me as they strode on by, everybody was wearing darker clothes than me. They wore black and grey suits with dark ties and plain shirts with shiny shoes. The briefcases they carried were leather and code-locked. I strode along at their thighs in a blue skirt and red coat with scuffed black shoes on my tiny white feet. I had