I sat inside the train station, I don’t even know how I got there but I was. I looked at my blurred reflection on the mirror glass, each time getting more blurry as the trains pass by. Their comings and going’s were but a reflection of my life. My encounters which have come and gone. One after the other. I started to question myself, could I be like a train station? Providing only a temporary refuge. Was I a halfway stop to an unknown destination? If so then I best get ready for another train approaches….