My legs are heavy not because I am carrying a heavy load or tired but I am very sad. Witnessing life slipping away slowly in front of you is something I try to avoid but I know I cannot. The weight of the sadness is so unbearable. Even the new Chow Kit night that I am beginning to enjoy again is not helping. The bright path seems dark and gloomy reminding me of the hospital on my left. To my surprise the heaviness materialize itself into resolve of not wanting to waste my life with something I do not like to do anymore. I have to be happy as before again. Stress free
I force myself to the Monorel station, something a routine now that today has no meaning. The train travel is also not interesting for me today, although accompanying me are Friday night happy face riders either going for home or dinner.
It is the same on the Komuter train home. I just cannot wait to be home.
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