forever the end

I want to stay on the train past the last stop and start over. But the train doesn’t go back. It stays at the last stop. And the last stop is where I live. It’s where I belong, and even if the train were to backtrack, it would be too late, and the stops would be empty or cold and cruel. So I can sit on the train, waiting at the last stop, or I can leave the train and walk home. either way, i’ll be at the last stop. and that’s where i’m staying. we’ve come to a standstill, the end. i miss you, and i don’t know if it’s because i took you for granted, but i want you to know that i’ve found my voice again. i feel like myself again, and i’m mourning the person i never worked up to showing you.

so much wasted time. as if it’d last forever.


About tali2

I am a recent grad of the wonderful English major. Though I don't regret studying English one bit, I realize why my teachers, parents, friends, and imaginary mentors warned me against it: Because it leads you nowhere. But it did give me great writing skills which I hope to continue honing in this blog as I chronicle the tribulations of the terrible job hunt in the terrible job market of NYC. And I hope that my blog reminds fellow unemployed recent grads that you are not alone, inspires some hope within us, while presenting a snapshot of our lives to others who do not share the same self-imposed troubles.
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