you will always know this

And it's just so hard not to feel alive. On the train back home, and it's so dark, the entire world outside, weak moon and hungry sky, under the eye of winter. And then Kings and Queens plays, and the train moves through this burst of city lights, as the chorus hits. And that's where I don't have enough words—that moment—where everything melts aways, and I am just colour. All of their slow indifference, and I am just love.