Journey
I sit in a bus of memories. The bus we took together. Right to the back, before the last two seats on the left side where I would not leave.
We’d passed by many tall buildings who became the witnesses of us. Many sleepy trees,grasses and night lights that became part of the memory embedded lightly as the background of us.
We’d passed by the places that remind us of our silly moments just fooling around, in the purest form of tease and joy.
We’d passed by the place where I met you first,you probably knew me too.
We’d passed by the cafeterias that that we had a simple lunch,that made us so shy.
We’d passed by little shops that triggered the remains of what we have.
Now, my eyes screened these places,the seat beside me remained empty.
But no one would ever take your place. You would be here,with me.
About me
Inspired by a friend,Mr.G
Happiness.. is not chasing after more happiness and in the end feeling unhappy about it.
Never create a dream from a memory because you will confuse it with reality.
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