There are so many things to tell about, my thoughts run around in my head like a cat and mouse chase.
Things happen so fast and you'll never know where and when it will happen.
Every time I take the train (LINE 1, 2 and 3), seeing poetry and images.
I'm somehow inspired to think of artistic literatures. Unfortunately, I have a short term memory.
I don't have a pen and a paper to make thoughts to writing.
And for safety reasons - I hold on the safety handrails and seats are unavailable.
I just look around and my world starts to turn.
As i reach my unknown destination its like a perfect - award winning motion picture, can be only viewed in my head.
As I return to reality, hope is what now I hold on.
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