i miss melbourne..

so much
so much that i can't even bear the thought of tomorrow
i just want to close my eyes and imagine myself standing on the exact same platform on the photo, feeling the cool breeze of the air..
and when the train comes i can sit and sleep till i reach my destination
i can feel myself there
i can manipulate my senses to tell me that i'm there
it's just so vivid, the memories
suddenly all my memories about the train station and the train flashes one by one..

funny thing is, i find it difficult to be true

that i had to ask myself "did it really happen?"
coz it feels as if someone planted it in my memories
and that's just cruel..

that day we waited on the train station from the hawthorn festival
then the one in creepy toorak
of course, the goodbyes if i have to go home to clayton from south yarra/flinders st
the good ol' windy southern cross
i can still picture myself walking towards the huge stairs down heading to ur apartment from southern cross
the train station memories just..
represent my sadness, i guess..
because it is the thing that i miss the most, the train station
times when i could just sit and think about many things
and wait for the door to open to bring in the chilly wind
and awaits the always-good room heater

then u can sleep with no worries

wake with no worries..