On a drab place along the road, a bus stopped to replace travelers. Preoccupied with my own thoughts, sometimes I don’t pay attention to the signs. Signs are important, especially on a road like this. Hoping that it isn’t yet too late, I lifted a bag from the floor and put it on the seat beside mine. Then I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Just in case that maybe some of the new passengers wants to sit next to me. Behind the closed eyelids, I can hear my thoughts louder. I realize that I don’t know anyone for real – those that are leaving, nor those who are entering.
before my eyes
tower of sand
melting with the sea
Linked to Carpe Diem #1135 that moment …