Stifled...

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

He Always Takes The Train...

He always takes the train home, although he can take a cab and claim the fare from his company. Why? He didn't know why until today.

He realised that it's on the train at midnight that he can feel something. He travels alone late at night, with his MP3 player plugged into his ears, blasting songs of different genres. In the train filled with people, he feels alone, isolated from the world. He cannot hear anything, except for the same old tunes replaying in his ears.

It is then he realises how pathetic and lonely he is. Does he dislike that feeling? Not really. Does he like that feeling then? Probably. He doesn't mind feeling like crap. Maybe it's because he was brought up that way?

He feels no love for others, or rather, he rejects love from others. He has no love for others too, but he is not helpless. He still has himself. He still has love, for himself. He is a self-centred, egoistic bastard.

Tonight, he found out something about himself. He found out a little more about his confused and mysterious self.

He is...

End...

Hanged @ 12:30 AM