Walk with me down those old train tracks and run when we hear the sound. Press our ears to the warm metal and guess how long we’ve got until the rumble comes and shakes our insides. Chase them, reach out your hand and jump in and we will see where we will go. There are times to run home and there are times to run away and isn’t it beautiful that it all depends on where that One person is, as to which time is which. Find your hand empty and it’s home you’ll run to, find it filled and away feels even sweeter.
Train Passing Through Stormy Sunset (by Tyler Knott)