Hand on the bar
Feet wide open
Leaning on the wall
Bag in front
.
Skin to skin
Mixed smell
Accidental eye contact
Awkwardly looking away
.
Counting the stations
Staring at nothing in particular
Passengers come and go
Dying to get to the destination
.
Opening of the door
Pushing people away
Stepping out of the train
At last, a breath of fresh air
.
*****
What I usually feel when riding MRT.
The song is Last Train Home by FM Static
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A Cup of Love
PoetryThoughts, words, and emotions fighting to be set free. (Poems about daily life, unrequited love, random things, battle of faith, and the ups and downs of being a human being.) May these entries encourage you to never give up, to keep on living, and...
