I’ll catch the next one.

discount fare

Part of the songs of sorrow collection


words drowned by the rumble of these passing trains caught in the currents pressed through this still, stale air. still, I try to say it again, but the cement crumbles beneath. Another train quickly behind, and you’re boarding and quickly, goodbye and til later, and grumbles away.

I’ll catch the next one.

Mila (Jacob Stetser)

Mila is a writer, photographer, poet & technologist.

He shares here his thoughts on Buddhism, living compassionately, social media, building community,
& anything else that interests him.

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