trains don't always start out as graceful functioning machines. The usher a sense of industrialism, power and strength when paired with the idea of manifest destiny. our purpose, our hopes and our dreams, all plotted out by a higher power and put into effect by its belivers. Its belivers who feel magic is hateful, hell is a sinners final destination and the only train operators are those without family and an understanding of love. Relationships are just that, and in this world a relationship is a gift, from one class to another and never another way around. When the reports began coming about sightings of this train, i shrugged them off at first as being a druggie's ravings. The things he told me will haunt me from this day because of just how truthful he had been.
''hate breeds ignorence! Fear breeds punishment!'' he would yell. Just more ice talking. But his eyes were steady, and empty of a lie. I believed it to be another side effect, but he persisted even in solitary confinement.