ph by devina
sometimes i feel like i'm living a dream; boarding a light-speed train, all guarded by thick, shimmering silver steel plates that save me from being injured by the rush of wind generated by the force outside. at times i look out of the train window, trying to catch a view of light, and all i get is a single bright spot. knowing that i am probably unable to find another one, i close my eyes and savor that light; a light from a village far,far away, a village so far i wish i know the name.
