Was on my way home. Came out of the train. Took the stairs instead of the escalator since I was going down anyway. I don't like it when old people try to mosh their way towards convenience aka escalator. Anyway, was listening to music. The current song I listened to just ended. So I expected some silence but noooo, there're these same old people still moshing their way down the escalator next to the stairs. -.- So I finally reached the first floor right. Tapped out of the station. Kept my EZ-link card in my right pocket. Held my MP3 in my left pocket. And just as I walked beneath the exit sign, I hear the first beat of the next song on my playlist. The Fray's Look after you played through my ears. And I just had to pay attention to the crescendos in every line of the song. Because it simply just rang so vividly right through me. You know the kinda ambience you get at pubs like Timbre or close to the sorts?

Yeap.

Going home from the train station's been so much of a routine that obviously with time, I'm able to subconsciously take my mind off the concentration on the exact route I take. To.. you know. Think. Or concentrate on my songs. On another note though I realised that the steps I took tend to wanna follow the beats in the song. Or maybe.. it was vice versa. The never-ending tiles on the floor or cemented gravel turns into a blur as the song hits the chorus. And I realise my vision was blurring but I didn't give a fuck. Because I trusted my heart. And I knew it will lead me home.

I remember thinking about my fists in my pocket. Remembered that they were still clenched and in a shelter of their very own. As if to hide away from the rest of the world. For some odd reason, even when I thought about opening them up, there was this slight sense of reluctance to do so.

I mean, if there's nothing to hold on to, why hold on to nothing right?

Heh.
I really wonder, what it feels like, to clench in your fist, another clenched fist.
I really wonder, what it feels like, to have the warmth of another, within yours.
To feel a different texture of skin, with yours.

The Fray's Look after you lasted all the way till I reached my doorstep that night. But this time I felt like the song ended a little longer. Because I actually walked past my house before coming to my senses that I went the wrong way.

Sure the 180 degree turn was embarrassing. But at least... I learnt that that's what happens sometimes when you subconsciously let your heart take over your mind.

If only our hearts had a mind of its own. Then we can reason to its needs and cater to them, if need be, fast.
If only our minds had a heart. Then we wouldn't be suffering so much under its endless array of thoughts, creativity and imagination.
If only the two don't ever conflict, then the rest of the body doesn't suffer.

Eyes won't tear, Ears won't be so sensitive, Legs will be logical and not dance, Fists.. Won't feel the need to clench.