Standing in the crowded train with salary men who left their identity with their youth, I can’t help but wonder…will I become one of them someday? Living robots who forgot how to laugh. Will happiness just become a part of a fairytale? Like the tooth fairy. One day I will realize that reality is just full of happy mirages that I’ll never be able to reach. Just like a rainbow. Beautiful, but intangible no matter how hard you try. Being shoved into small carts, human sardines, an uncomfortable smell. Running on a strict time schedule. One minute late, I miss the train. Two minutes late, I miss my job. Emotion stripped away in exchange for a pressed white shirt. Is this the life that we want to live? Is this the life I want to live?
No.
I want to feel my emotion. I want to break out of the small cart. I want to be human. I want to be able to catch rainbows. I want to believe in fairytales. I want to keep my identity.
because of the beauty I see when I drive before the sun rises...(when I was still in America)
