mmm.. peak hour..

Something i began writing in June 08 that i never posted.
Didn't like it.
But i'll never finish it.
Moods gone.

I love the smell of peak hour trains, that hint of subtle aftershave, mint and newspapers, It's almost like the smell of a new car, except for the fact that hundreds of people have walked on and off those carriages all day. I love knowing that.

Do you ever just stare at someone until they look at you, and the second you meet eyes you quickly look in the other direction?

Sometimes i keep staring at them once they've seen me, just to see how uncomfortable it will get before one of us looks away. I often think some of those people know the game i'm playing. Those people are the ones that make train rides fun.