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the morning train.
"Marina Bay - 1 min" as it flashed on the screen. people running past the gates and up the escalator, hoping to make it in time. bad estimation of timing and their abilities to sprint called for the need of staff to stay by the doors and stop people who try to wedge themselves between the fast closing doors.
some commuters on the train embrace the seat that they fought hard through the crowd to get. while the less lucky ones could only stand by, hoping that someone will get down at the next station. newspapers spread out, obstructing the ones beside them and gathering stares from them while the readers remain in oblivion. eyes constantly darting back and forth on their watches, silently regretting that they had allowed themselves to take a longer snuggle in the beds that are always so comfortable especially when that darned alarm clock makes its daily call. for others, eyes staring straight ahead. nobody whispers a word. and for once, i realised how loud the announcements on the train are.
"City Hall" went the familiar voice. and everyone starts trailing out of the train and up the escalators.
and another day begins.
working the morning shift opened me up to a world that i've never noticed before - the morning commuters in their office wear and often a briefcase filled with documents for the meeting with that important client later in the day.
and everyday the cycle repeats. do they ever get sick of this seemingly-mundane life? or have they become so used to it that they don't realise it anymore?
is this what life encompasses? a routine that you'll get used to? and unknowingly, years of your life silently pass by as the moving pages of the calendar?
i don't want to grow up.
group1 soared @ 23:10
xoxo