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my bus ride home......warning: corny material ahead..viewer desgression is advised
heading home from a date with him on a cold november night,
sitting on that crowded bus, compact with perfect strangers i still sat in my seat alone gazing out the window, i saw my life, through that pane... blurred and foggy..and without the slightest clue of where i was.. but still i sat there happy for some peculiar reason i could not place...love perhaps? i was late, i was going to be in trouble...but yet at the same time i did not care. half listening to people's conversations, half listening to my discman. my mind ran back to him, and as cold as the night was i was warm. everything around me just wizzed right by...everyone faded away into the background as he consumed my mind. a sudden jolt brings me back to reality...this is my stop... as i step off the bus, my feet touch the ground, instantly i am surrounded by millions of snowflakes, dancing through the air as if they knew what i was feeling.listening to my favourite song, i stood there and looked up into the black sky, watching these tiny white flakes fly down to the earth, while people rushed right by...rushing to get home, rushing to go to work, rushing, rushing, rushing......but i just stood there in complete silence as those flakes melt against my warm skin. it was like i was in my own little world that no one could touch. it was one of those pure, simple moments, where everything in your world stands still...just for you, something that i have never felt before. as i started towards the skytrain i decided that no matter how much trouble i got in that night.....it would all be worth it Writer's note: i can't exactly explain, and i don't think i expressed myself correctly or the way that i wanted to, i tried but i just couldn't do any better..quite frustrating really when you have something really nice that you want to share:Power-P: ha..i sound like a nerd! *snorts and pushing up her glasses with one finger* who woulda thought?:288: |