Vine-2

This train is way too hot and I can't stand the pressure of the crowd. As I was starting to panic from claustrophobia I swirled around in agitation and saw him through the window of the train car as he stood waiting on the platform for his train. I lurched forward with the motion of the train's acceleration and watched him slip out of sight. He consumes my thoughts. Why him? Why did I lock onto him to feel the sentiments I hold inside when I'm around him? I shift from the heavy guy thumbing the wheel on his phone/pda thingy, and look around at the other passengers. Why him? I don't understand myself. Tonight I'm going home alone again and I don't want to be alone. I know he is a good person, but he's messed up. He's scarred and hurt and numb, yet...not brilliant...no, nothing like that. But his style of life is...engrossing, either watching the soon-to-be trainwreck or seeing him escape from near misses on all levels. I'm horny and stuck on a train to my lonely house and he's going the opposite way to destroy himself further, never knowing my care and concern and impression of him.