Life is just but a bus. If you wait too long at the bus stop for someone, eventually either you walk home with her, or end up missing all the buses.

Ever tried waiting for the bus at 9 pm on the opposite side of the red house? Absolutely no one around, all is quiet except for the sound of passing cars. Great time for introspection right?
What I written, under the dim light of the homebound bus was something that i thought i wasn't capable of doing so. In doing so, I have for once placed my true feelings on a piece of paper.
Liberating? Far from it.
Somehow I wish the answers to my eternal questions would just fall onto my lap....