Dreams at the subway station.

The previous two days were as per norm as they could be, thankful for the new day as I take my first sight of the day and not be lost indarkness forever, yet lost in various ways. Routine life, from school to home. A start to this new week last Monday, second last week till the next semester, some of my friends and I cant really stress much on how insane this is, how quick and now we are left to miss yet worry for the next semester upcoming with the fear that attempts to eat us. Guess, we are all left with little choice that has always been this way. Today then, (14Aug) - Ut test/science. Seemed pretty, just alike ladies on surface then deep on the inside with complexity, past lessons and tricky time consuming metal calculations. Headed on to another relatively interesting Enterprise lesson, regarding time, and decisions. Both vital compotents in our fagile lives. Time is merciless, really, it dismisses all rules, or laws. It's by far the most defiant, it dont behold no virtues patience nor love. Then comes decisions which will dertermine the use of time to bring out either its brightside or its down. We struggle to handle them both. For many issues in our lives or at least for mine, that I overlook these items or compotents, which ever you may want to call it, for a lack of a better word, 'options' we can choose to have. Why do we choose to do so little when we can choose to do that much?

As I take my walks from one location to another, my surroundings tell a story. From the kind gestures of giving up a seat for an elderly and with courtesy in return to hugs and kisses to love ones as one leaves for work or boards off or on transportation modes, leaves me with no less than a grin and a good feel. On the other hand, when one even walking beside his potential being wife, throws a half drank Coke cup, pulled and directed by wind and gravity into the flower brushes in the midst of a worn out-tired looking cleaner no further than five meters away. Then leaves me with no less with a frown and angered tension within, which then now leaves it to someone elses ability or want to do something.

This stroy's moral, test one's strenght to recover someone elses mis-deeds, which stabs questions to question oneself, will I pick the Coke cup up and throw it away? Will I then let the cleaner who is paid to do so, do it anyways? Will I portray the same gestures to an elderly, acknowledging that some may be so rude and show no gratitude? Going back to the compotent, time. Azura my act cute little loud classmate, partner in insanity and keeping sane and I realised that time keeps ticking and we both wondered and agreed that even travelling through and fro, home to school is time ticking. As we watch others in the train, do they know this? How many of them actually know what to expect or even know what are they doing? We all cross this vicious torns of what life may bring. I'm just looking with both hands at the back, bending forward and backwards passing through vast crowds for someone to share this with.

"To stop figuring someone elses identity, but ours. We need Change."