Bus ride

The dark starless sky above boulevard, sitting motionless while I look out the vehicle's window. Flashing lights illuminating my stoic face as music flood my ears. In this kind of night, I can predict the long journey ahead that it's as if time can be held through my fingers. It runs slowly with thoughts swirling at the back of my head, people rushing outside the personal space I temporarily have.

New places blur at the tips of my eyelashes, quite familiar with hints of similarities from the hometown I came from and yet is like a stranger I just barely met. I'm surrounded by the unknown presence of people whom paths I'll meet just for a few hours of the ride.

Just like you and me.

My mind preoccupied with everything behind and in between but as I look into the future, I gradually become unsure of the tenebrous road onwards.