Have Patience

There is so much noise, and the headaches, they don't end.
These thoughts, all these connections are strung together and rerouted in seconds.
There are aspects, which are overlooked and trivial but no matter how trivial they hold importance.

It's a train. At each stop yes, people get off but several board.
And the noise.
So many voices, beautiful thoughts, each admiring and questioning something new, some worries, some beauty, it's marvelous but this train is not big enough.
This train can't hold it in. There are too many.
Mostly, the passengers get along. The train can withstand the noise, the complaints, the emotion, but sometimes, sometimes, it has to stop, it has to BREAK.
This train can't always move.

It is a train. There are pieces, compartments if you must that make this elegant train but sometimes it can't function as well, as promptly as its usual self. Sometimes. Sometimes, it can't.

Don't laugh.
It is aware of how bizarre it can be. It accepts this but during rush hour, any worry is a worthy one.
Don't laugh, just hold on, relax, don't make any of the passengers louder, don't make them worry.
Relax.

Have patience.