an SOC write – just to see what happened – Prose

sittin’ at the railway station
bags fallen round my feet
legs crossed at ankles
just chillin’ layin’ back
lazily brush away the flies
that come to close and buzz
close my eyes and listen
smellin’ a storm start in the skies
and in the distance hear
the engine and iron wheels
along the track and
smile an inward smile
knowin’ I ain’t comin’ back
as my leather boots will
carry me to where I need
to go – don’t know where I’ll
end up, somehow I don’t care
give me country side and green
grass and yellow daisies for
my view cos’ I know I’m
crossing country in the hope
that I’ll find you

Ta Daaaaaaa!  Heeheehee  🙂

Stream of consciousness is a narrative device used in literature “to depict the multitudinous thoughts and feelings which pass through the mind.