Every passenger on the train carries their ticket and their own curse of loneliness. Faces may laugh and conversations may fill the next seat, but the soul remains alone in its compartment. We cross paths for a moment, then move on; no one truly knows the story of memory in which the other hides. And in the end, the echo of the noise lingers behind us, and we realize that we have been on a long journey in the company of fleeting illusions.
About the Creator
Mo,Ghandour
1. "A lifetime journey demanding much love and minimal ego.
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