• 👋 Hi, I’m @TrainThomasBlue
• 👀 I’m interested in developing poem-code :)
• 🌱 I’m currently learning Latest Technologies
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• ⚡ Fun fact: I'm a Poet-turned-Coder

As Thomas, the world unfolds like a map with creases from too much folding. Sunlight streams through the dusty window of my train, casting dancing squares on the worn leather seat. Today, I don't chase deadlines or answer emails. Today, I chase stories.

The clickety-clack of the wheels hums a lullaby, lulling my worries to sleep. Outside, the landscape blurs into a kaleidoscope of greens and browns, punctuated by flashes of vibrant wildflowers. Each passing field, each ramshackle farmhouse whispers tales of lives lived and loved.

My notebook, usually filled with formulas and spreadsheets, now brims with scribbles and half-formed verses. Words tumble out like leaves in a sudden autumn wind, each one carrying a piece of the journey. An old woman with eyes like faded sapphires tells me of a hidden waterfall, guarded by mischievous fairies. A young boy, nose pressed against the window, dreams of becoming an astronaut. Their stories intertwine, weaving a tapestry of hopes and dreams, fears and forgotten joys.

The train slows, pulling into a quaint station where time seems to have taken a nap. As I disembark, the air hums with anticipation. This town, with its cobbled streets and crooked chimneys, beckons me with promises of untold secrets. A creaky bookshop holds whispered histories within its dusty shelves. A weathered pub echoes with laughter and forgotten melodies. Here, amongst the locals, I become a silent observer, collecting snippets of lives lived in the margins.

As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, I climb aboard the westbound train, a treasure trove of stories nestled within my soul. The lullaby of the wheels now carries a different melody, a symphony of lives encountered, lessons learned, and imaginations ignited. Thomas, the data analyst, may have boarded the train, but it's Thomas, the storyteller, who disembarks, forever changed by the journey.

Tonight, when the city lights twinkle like distant stars, I'll pour these stories onto paper, letting them flow like the rivers I crossed, soar like the birds I saw, and dance like the laughter I heard. And maybe, just maybe, someone reading them will be inspired to chase their own stories, wherever the train tracks of their lives may lead.