Sitting there in that little train station coffee shop,
listening to music, enjoying the quiet.
The late afternoon sun shines through,
washing everything in it's glow.
The occasional train rattles on by, and it makes me smile.
People going somewhere. The possibilities were endless.
Texts from my friends, but they can wait.
Appointments to make, but so can they.
It's these days you remember the most.


  1. You know what Jillian? You're pretty awesome.

  2. It sounds like good chemistry for novel-writing.

  3. sry bout th. i added you for the credit and thanks for letting me use it xD

  4. Hey's been a while since I've visited your you may or may not remember me. ;) it's okay if you don't...I just noticed you were one of my followers on my old blog, ( I have another one now lol) and I thought I'd drop over here and say hello. :]

    Hope you have a wonderful day!



"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.