paraphrase the Green Day I say "Wake Me Up When the winter ends" ! I look out the window of yet another train that takes me up and down, and I see nothing but fog. The landscape, already in itself is not particularly strong, it becomes increasingly sad every passing month. November is the fog. Everything gets gray at dusk on Sunday (they are only 4 of afternoon!). It 's dark, the houses in the countryside the lights in the evening. And in the distance there is nothing, only gray and fog. While my ipod seems to understand my sadness, I remember all the times that I left. I think back to my trip to Switzerland, the endless tears, the desire to leave everything ... I think back to when I climbed on the train, to the mountains, coming down at night, the loneliness that gripped me. I think of what might have been unnecessary suffering detachment and distance. And I think how it could be hours.
As the train gets closer to the goal, I think of when someone was waiting at the station or at home, and I think tonight I will be alone. I think of my mom every time I go street and ask me when I think of when they asked me. A when he told me to stay on and do not worry. And I cry again, immersed in this stupid fog that clouds the mind and will not let me breathe. In this crowded commuter train on Sunday. And once again I wonder: is it worth the effort? It is worth being away from loved ones always? It's worth suffering the gap each time you travel? It is worth to feel uprooted?
Unanswered Questions. Melancholy in the winter. So I go into hibernation: Wake me up when winter is over.
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