Unmonitored Outlet #1

I'm on a train that reeks of whiskey and unintentionally fermented bread. We're deep within the hill but it's only temporary. I close my eyes and see the waves rising and crashing. Its been too long since I've seen the ocean. I'm not long for this life. Which isn't to say that I'm going to die. For in each of our individual perceptions of existence we live many lives.