Leo’s Theory of Everything

again, two trains arrive at the station at once. one going south, one going north. as i stand in the middle of the platform the wind blows me two opposite ways, somehow i feel both equally. the wind blows part of me to the left, part of me to the right. part of me to the north, part of me to the south. ha, no wonder this feels so familiar. that’s life itself/é a vida. but in the half seconds before the trains wind down and come to a halt, waiting for mine and the rats’ decision at 4 in the morning, i feel for once i can do something. i need not pick a direction. i can fall. i can fall out of reality. i can noclip. this time for sure. if i focus… no, maybe if i jump in place. i’m sure somehow, i feel reality splitting. but i don’t decide, or rather a decision’s already been made, by me. weeks, months, and i suppose even years ago in the grand scheme of things. i’m going north. to ohare. to see my family. right. maybe next time.