The silence is deafening,again.
I like to walk on the yellow part of the subway platform,
letting the little nubs massage my feet after a long day.
Today one of the pieces moved under my foot and made a little sound.
A creaking of sorts.
I sit and wait with my three bags (so much for my new year's resolution to carry less!)
Sitting is quite,
just the sound of me breathing,
and trying to stay warm,
until I can hear the sound of the music emanating from the iPod beside me.
Luckily the subway comes before the end of the song.
My stomach growls with a pang of hunger,
maybe I need to eat,
or maybe I need to be fulfilled.
Or both.
Digestion.
Space.
Make it mine.
