At Lexington and 53^rd St, he walked into the E Train and pushed his way through the cluster of bodies who were minding their business by reading and some quietly listening to music on their phones. After the rustling and shuffling of feet, and the air cleared, his eyes were burnt by the color that they saw.  There wasn’t any blend, but a scarce drop of black raisins here or dear that put him in a quandary.  He sat, he gazed, a furious gaze pelting back and forth through the car.  His tongue shivered to utter words that would create his satisfaction, but an unknown force kept holding back his warriors which placed him in a state of bewilderment. His fury was boiling over.

The train reached 7^th Ave. He sunk himself in disgrace and shame which appeared that he failed to stand up for his cause.  A grim look lined his faced forcing him to lay his eyes to the lowest point – the floor. He violently kept shaking his head with frustration and grave shame not knowing what to do and making gesticulations with his fingers as though they were conversing with him.  He wanted so badly to relentlessly unleash his wrath upon the scum of the earth as he saw it but was unsuccessful.

His destination arrived – 42st. He walked out of the car with a sense of unfinished business upon his shoulders but did not pursue it.  A sense of heaviness cloaked around his body as he continued to walk out of the car, then suddenly, a vigorous high fueled through his body as he impulsively turned around and lambaste them with fiery darts as the doors slowly closed in front of him.