Numb
another morning knowing this journey would be on autopilot so I could restart my imagination when I enter that train I push my back to have some space hope the traffic is good to breathe peacefully inside the crowd my body is trapped, but my mind is not still grateful for that my legs know exactly how to function standing while sleeping jumping on the stairs running along the corridor pretending there is a trophy when I reach the gate whereas I just need time, more time they said the one who can feel joy in routine is the lucky one while my mission is going home as soon as possible and meet my love again I hope this numbness will not change me to be less human and to be less excited about life The picture is taken from this.