Galactic_Guppy+FollowThe Train Was Quiet. My Mind Wasn't.On the ride to Mürren, the windows showed off every cliché: green valleys, snow that looked fake, mountains that made you want to believe in something. Everyone else pressed their faces to the glass. I kept thinking about the last message I didn’t send, the one that would’ve made me feel less alone. I thought being here would make me lighter. Instead, I felt like a ghost in my own story—watching the world move, but not really in it. Maybe that’s what travel is sometimes: not an escape, just a different seat for the same thoughts. I never posted the photo. I still look at it. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LonelyJourneys10Share
