He knows none of my secrets and yet he wants to kiss me — this is not flattering in the least. Fine, secrets may come down the road. Scars too. But smiles? Did he see my full range of smiles? Did he see the smile after the lame joke he cracks and the smile after I say something bold and the smile after I hear him say something a bit too earnestly sweet? Maybe he did. Maybe my issue is that unless everything is spoken, narrated like in a book or movie, my brain refuses to believe it exists. But actions. I don't even know what's the benchmark? I know the benchmark for words. Bur what about actions? For that I need to be less in my room, in my bed, on my phone like I am 16 and more out with you and him and the others for spontaneous karaoke nights and then crash at your place waking up to the quite nice iced coffee you make. But I'm not. I'm here. I'm trapped. I feel more trapped than I did as a teenager. Is that it? Is all my sadness and all my frustration just fomo and discomfort? That's funny. Not funny haha but funny I want to smash something so very hard into the mirror even if it's my hand.

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ORIENT EXPRESS

A first class compartment of a train, a dining car and a goods carriage have been rusting away for years. Particularly the first class compartment, with its velvet upholstery and wooden veneer, is reminiscent of a time when travel by rail was considered a luxury. Unfortunately I could not retrieve any information as to why the carriages were abandoned. 

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