Project Pilote

to sum up my life years---
from growing up in this snowy and cold city, my mood changed more then the weather, i still wait for the only train that passes through this town to pick me up, i still wonder where life will take me, or at least where that train will, I'd walk the tracks so much that i figured how they sunk the nails into the ground, probably because i ran into the workers twice a week, i still wonder how the machine would travel the tracks in the winter, with the meters of snow, the tracks are the only solitary and confinement i can find, i walked the train tracks everyday, but never encountered the moving machine, i travel through the trails,believing in god and spirits, i learn that life is the same as any other species, we both sacrifice, commit, and change, we evolve to be a specimen of the art that only we have demented, why do we still watch our race be destroyed, words can influence the act, but the act cant stop the war.
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