Fiction in Reality
On the train on my way back home,
I look up and find a businessman on his way home.
Looking exhausted, he takes out his earphone and figdets with his phone.
How tiring must it be for him
To live a life of a repetitive circle.
I find myself unconsciously transforming into him
Glasses.
Thick eyebrows.
Wheat-coloured socks.
I am a step before loosing myself.
I find myself back in reality,
Reality I am once again ready to let go of.
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