Monday, September 12, 2005
Road Trip HomeSilence that one craves for within the walls of a city was surprisingly there on one little bus tonight. As i looked out, the tidal wave of red lights in front of the vehicle was clearly visible, all clearly trying to edge each other out on the roads (though everyone's car seem to look like each other) to perhaps hurry home towards their bedrock, their final shore of the day when they can finally die down and relax. I saw much weariness on all who decided to take a sleep, clearly fatigued from the day's activities. But whether the day's experience was mundane to them was clearly up to them isnt it? Perhaps they could have still tried to find the time to share, like the only girl on the bus chatting to another guy with no gleam lost on her face. Then again, there was still the couple who looked terribly unmatched, but their fiercely interlocked hands (with the intact touch of sensitivity) whilst sleeping beside each other on the seats seemed to tell the side of their story well enough. Watching, i was so ever intrigued to take the nike blue cap dear to me from my bag to just droop it over my head so i could find the solace in me, and participate in the mass relaxful slumber.But then, the road ends, as for everyone, and most grimaced when awoken abruptly looking around blankly for that few seconds as if they had to find back enough energy into themselves once more, before moving on with the last few steps towards their homes or probably just more work once more. When will the right time be i suppose, when everyone can just stop by and look at the surrounding, smiling, appreciating what is all given to them, the beauty in all simplicity.
Written fashion may not be history @9:42 PM
