On CIP day. I written these onboard the various trains I have to take to our designated location.

Part 1

Aboard the MRT, towards Somerset, I wonder. Wondering where you are, wondering what you are doing. Why am I thinking of you so frequently, for every moment of my insignificant life now, I am remained of you. Why can't I forget you like the way you want me to? Why is the world becoming a polar opposite of the world I ove lived in : the world with or without you. Why are they two such different worlds?