Ewan ko

I feel floaty. I don't know what's going on. I know that I have a job, I have school, and I have a home, but I don't know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm in an extra crowded MRT and everyone's pushing to get in the train, and I just let them jostle me into the train. I feel like everything is pushing me to somewhere, but I don't know exactly where, or if I want to.

Anyway, poetry installment again.

Hypocrite
Throw stones at me
But know that I can
Also throw stones at you
We are all sinners
But we all carry stones in our pockets
That is how we are
Aware or no.