Staring, but not seeing. The endless scenery outside the window seemed to be all but transparent to me.
“Sa souvraya niende misain ye.”
A phrase I’d read somewhere that approximately read as.. I am lost in my own mind. Lost. And with lost, came loss.
The end of my stint as a full-time National Serviceman had finally come, and it seemed like a time as fine as any other to take a trip alone and head down Malaysia, visiting relatives I hadnâ€™t seen in years. Yep, no one else but me and the trusty camera, the Canon Powershot A40 thatâ€™d captured so many fond memories.
A journey to clear the mind of all the painful recollections from before, and high time to decide on the future paths that awaited, unseen.
Looking around the vacant cabin, I wondered if the rest of the train was this empty. It was probably sheer luck that I had the entire place to myself; I wasnâ€™t in the talking mood anyway.
On hindsight, itâ€™d been a silly decision to take the train in the first place, since a bus from Singapore wouldâ€™ve been considerably hassle free in comparison but nooooo, it had to be the tougher route. I scratched an arm absentmindedly.
Stretched back on the bed, sleep seemed so near, and yet so distant.
Thoughts lurked at the fringes of consciousness, and I suppressed them ruthlessly. The point of a holiday certainly wasnâ€™t to start on a guilt trip and bash myself senseless; let sleeping dogs lie.
I sighed; sleep was certainly a long time in coming.