Something happened on the train today, which made me forget about my groceries and forced me to sit down here and get it out of my system.
I was on the E train going home. This train is an express train when it comes to Queens. The stops are pretty far away and today it was going even slower in between the stops, which means that it takes almost ten minutes to go from one stop to the other. At five o'clock most people enter the train going home from work, so the train is pretty packed. Most people are very tired, have a lot of bags and while holding on to the railing you wanna close your eyes and get home faster. In this moment the train is creeping very slowly, the train is dark and it is very packed. Even before it happened I felt something negative in the atmosphere, somehow it was a bit scary, but I can never tell you what it is. All of a sudden, a darkskinned tall guy is pushing himself through the crowd, going from one cart to the other. Even when he was passing, something just felt wrong. You could tell that he wouldn't pass like that for no reason. A short while after, we see another guy coming after him. So we thought that the previous guy robbed him or something. We are cool, not reacting. Then the second guy comes back and we find out, that the scary guy was molesting somebody. As the train stops and the guilty one is not to be seen anywhere, police is running to investigate. I don't know what happened next, but the feeling of this madness would not leave me.
It is not scary because it is scary, it is scary because we don't expect it. Because nobody stopped the molester going through the cart, even though we all sensed that something is wrong. Why are we like that? Why don't we care about the abnormality. Why are we so used to madness, that we don't see when wrong happens and we need to help. The molester's energi was very creepy, can you imagine being in a train, packed with people, it doesn't stop and you are trapped. Anything can happen, you cannot run and you cannot hide. Somebody could pull a knife, explode something and just go wild. Anything can happen.
I am very sensitive to people's energi and evilness. It affects me a lot and sometimes I just have to stop what I am doing and just go home. When I am deprived of my safety I feel as if I am locked in a cage and it upsets me that somebody could do this to me. When stuff happens I can be in schock for months and sometimes I can just cry on the street beause I am too scared to move. I am scared but I am also respectful. I am scared of the lightning, because it can kill, I am scared of swords, because they can kill and that's also why I respect these things and make sure that I never do them wrong. There is a certain power within them, which is stronger than mine, so I have to be careful. I respect the water, because if I am disrespectful it will swallow me, the nature because it was here before me and who am I to be ignorant of it's laws. But I am more so scared of the human being, because he is mad.
I was on the E train going home. This train is an express train when it comes to Queens. The stops are pretty far away and today it was going even slower in between the stops, which means that it takes almost ten minutes to go from one stop to the other. At five o'clock most people enter the train going home from work, so the train is pretty packed. Most people are very tired, have a lot of bags and while holding on to the railing you wanna close your eyes and get home faster. In this moment the train is creeping very slowly, the train is dark and it is very packed. Even before it happened I felt something negative in the atmosphere, somehow it was a bit scary, but I can never tell you what it is. All of a sudden, a darkskinned tall guy is pushing himself through the crowd, going from one cart to the other. Even when he was passing, something just felt wrong. You could tell that he wouldn't pass like that for no reason. A short while after, we see another guy coming after him. So we thought that the previous guy robbed him or something. We are cool, not reacting. Then the second guy comes back and we find out, that the scary guy was molesting somebody. As the train stops and the guilty one is not to be seen anywhere, police is running to investigate. I don't know what happened next, but the feeling of this madness would not leave me.
It is not scary because it is scary, it is scary because we don't expect it. Because nobody stopped the molester going through the cart, even though we all sensed that something is wrong. Why are we like that? Why don't we care about the abnormality. Why are we so used to madness, that we don't see when wrong happens and we need to help. The molester's energi was very creepy, can you imagine being in a train, packed with people, it doesn't stop and you are trapped. Anything can happen, you cannot run and you cannot hide. Somebody could pull a knife, explode something and just go wild. Anything can happen.
I am very sensitive to people's energi and evilness. It affects me a lot and sometimes I just have to stop what I am doing and just go home. When I am deprived of my safety I feel as if I am locked in a cage and it upsets me that somebody could do this to me. When stuff happens I can be in schock for months and sometimes I can just cry on the street beause I am too scared to move. I am scared but I am also respectful. I am scared of the lightning, because it can kill, I am scared of swords, because they can kill and that's also why I respect these things and make sure that I never do them wrong. There is a certain power within them, which is stronger than mine, so I have to be careful. I respect the water, because if I am disrespectful it will swallow me, the nature because it was here before me and who am I to be ignorant of it's laws. But I am more so scared of the human being, because he is mad.
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