my plane crashed south of mexico, i woke up in a hospital and covered in bee stings. when i got out, i took that trip i'd always been planning.

I moved across the world to find out who I was, but instead I found that people are still hungry and crying themselves to sleep at night. When I sober up, I go to train stations and watch the people board with their passes. I wonder if they're going or coming or simply running away. I wonder if they're excited or scared out of their minds. Just as I figure out that I'm coming and going and running away all at once, I realize that I'm scared out of my mind; then I wake up. These nightmares are crawling beneath my skin, but I guess there's just no other way to learn.