trains across the sea - SCP Foundation

not much

comes down the

line, these days.

i used to say

to the others

that this job

would be real easy

if nothing ever

came down,

but now i say

nothing because

nobody is around

to hear it.

when people used

to come through here,

they would tell me that

god

was a hulking mass

of neon and concrete

and tears, and that he

would come for us all

one day.

sometimes,

i have dreams

where a weeping

woman i'm sure i've

seen somewhere

before says that

she looked at the

most beautiful

sunrise and felt

nothing.

i wonder if

there's a place

somewhere

where the trains

still come through

every day filled

with new people

and their things.

sometimes,

i stay up so long

that i get to see

the sunrise, and i

stare at it until

it ends, trying to

feel something.

i like to imagine

that some of the

others are now

riding the trains

somewhere across

the sea to

places full of

dewy spring mornings

and hills in forests

where you can

see all the stars

and feel like

you have a chance.

i think sometimes

that i wouldn't

care if i was

in a place where

trains came through

every day, because

people leave and

no train can

bring them back.

i want to

believe that

god

lives in the

breeze that flows

through the grass

on hot summer days

and the ripples

that stones make

on still water.

i hear something approaching.