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.