oh no, the emo days are here again..argh! go away quick!
the below was what i wrote on my journey home..i was on the train..was looking for a piece of sracp paper or something to scribble on...but alas...i did not have any..
at times like this...there's always the trusty phone..with it's SMS "save draft" function...and this was where my words resided...till now...when they are released into the world wide webby.....
...I stand alone. Staring at my reflection in the train window.
People all around me. Talking, chatting, napping, listening to music.
Men, women. Indian, Chinese, Malay, Foreigners.
I'm plugged in too. Maroon 5 infusing my ears with drums, guitars, alternative music.
Cooly imbibing me.
I feel strangely alone. Cocconed in my own invisible shell. I wonder what each of them are thinking or feeling?
It's like as if I am ensconced in an alternate bubble. So much with them and yet so different all at the same time.
The journey home seems long. I am tired.
Feet are aching, calves are sore. The body is beat. But the mind is active though.
A mambo jumbo of broken thoughts as usual. A little here, a little there.
I am thinking of things I maybe should not.
The mind itself has a mind of its own does it not?
Scary at times. The will is working hard not to fall. Not to fail.
Pray tell, I will be strong.
Pray tell.
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