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Eating Subway was a reminder that I was in the comforts of my own home, however absurd it may seem to you. Sweet onion sauce is the epitome of a comforting sense of belonging. Pickles and onions indicated that the choice was mine. The smell of the Italiano bread was a reminiscence of what was old, and a confirmation of what was to come.
It was a week of un-Subway like nightmarish experiences. Studying til the wee hours wasn't the usual practice. Timetable slots were filled and events collided like how trains would. It was blood curdling and brain meshing. It is however, discomforting to know that there would be further replicas of such nightmares. They might become more haunting. I would have to be the exorcist that diminishes these occurences. I can be the exorcist.
I know, being poetic doesn't help matters.
But, dreams are often translucent and nightmares as vivid as the colours of a HDTV.
finished rambling
6:11 AM <3