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If only time would stop.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011

"It's like chasing a departing train. So close and within sight, yet leaving and beyond grasp."


You can almost feel it, and yet it slowly slips out of your grip. A dream so close to reality, now chugging off on a steam engine.

And I wonder, will life be ever the same. In as much as another train will come again, destiny as been changed. The difference time spent at the new location, the experiential moments on the train ride, its unique one and all.

In today's time, we're spoilt for choice. But what happens when you've no choice. When all that you want and hold dearly is placed upon a train, destined somewhere without you on board. All that's left behind is yourself, apart from a few hand luggage you held on to.

Now, I'm left here, lost and wondering why.

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