morning intoxication

slowly i can't move...
heavily i could breath...
sweatily i just stayed...
tightly my arm holds...

you're intoxicating me...
you're making me go mad...
you're letting me feel the heat...
you're making me taste my unwanted...
that in a while i was insane...
because of you!

yes you!
tokyo train during rush hour.
i really hate you!

this morning, after the long 4-day weekend, office resumes. and with this, the train was still very very very crowded despite being late. it was already past 9, which in yurakucho line means a freer train. meaning, i still can't have a sit but definitely, air is readily available. you just inhale and it's yours.

but today i should have brought my own oxygen tank.
it's so unlike the normal days. i ended up sticking my face to the stinking suit of one of the personssss(yep this many) beside me because the people near the door are desperately shoving their body to be included in the train!

i hate these days.
i hate the smell of the smoker's stinking suit!