• Leaving home was never the hardest thing I had to do in my life; I was barely eighteen and had just begun to feel the world collapsing around my fingers where I once believed it revolved around, only a few years before. I had no reason to stay at my parent’s house, I was a failure; a college dropout, ditching my future of accounting and politics to pursue a dream of art, literature and beauty. They weren’t angry, they even wanted me to stay with them but I couldn’t. I was a poor man living in a house full of riches and favors that I’d never earned and it was time for me to make my own way in the world. Being only eighteen however, I had no idea how to do that but I convinced myself that I, Michelangelo, would find a way.

    I found myself sitting patiently on platform three, north bound. I’d always found train stations to be interesting. They were places of adventure, of travels, of saying goodbye or saying hello. Some people get on trains to never return, some get on to return only a few hours later and some, like me, get on with a blank future. A future that was a canvas, a blank block of stone that was waiting for it’s sculptor to create the first dent with a chisel. This was my block of wood and I knew that where I chose to go would be the decider of my fate.

    I left my fate to Lady Luck. Three being the most powerful number I chose my platform simply and agreed with myself to board the third train that passed by my very position. So there I was; a small suitcase and a wallet full of money I knew I would never need. In my sweaty right palm I grasped my orange day travel pass which would permit me to catch any train I desired. The choice was mine.

    As I waited for train number three I became a voyeur of the platform along with other lonely souls sitting on the cold metal benches. A variety of people passed with changed ages, cultures, styles, appearances, statuses and I thought about what their pasts could possibly contain, along with their futures. After a while however, this just made me sicken about my own blindness and instead I placed headphones in my ears and listen to some band b***h about how much their love life failed. It made me laugh.

    Train number three pulled up loudly and abruptly to the station, breaking my musical trance as well as making my heart skip a few beats with the sudden apparition. I didn’t bother looking at where it was going, I supposed to myself that I would get off at whichever station seemed most interesting and find somewhere to stay for the night as it was four in the afternoon already and travelling always made me tired as I’d experienced on the many family holidays to Ibiza, Greece, Florida and other places considered fashionable with those who had money.

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