Erase

Nine o'clock in the morning and the dawn is void of birds or any vague remembrances of birdsong. Towards the end of November, all emotions felt cold like being homeless in the rain. There have been days where I wished I was a stranger waiting for an approaching train, always trying to escape a perpetually unhappy brain. City frozen over and unrelenting pain, have you ever dreamt you were embraced by your murderer again? It's difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, daylight and nightfall when every window into the soul has been covered over and painted black. There are passengers at the bus station returning home from a distant place and others seeking any destiny for their memory and history to erase.