Too Boring to Read

I got on the train with the hope to read someone interesting. In my closest vicinity, I began to observe two young girls talking vehemently. All the necessary-unnecessary words were pouring from their mouths. Like rivers.

I closed my eyes and traveled away from them. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. Took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.