Now I'm sitting on the bus, thinking of yesterday rather than today because future is uncertain and I would like it to stay uncertain so I can open a curtain and unleash the beauty which will become the past.

I wrote this while on a bus, meeting up with the girl I liked.

Fading into an endless coma, feeling empty and frequentative. Being acquisitive like any other.

Sad, just sad.

No special moments of joy. No moments to recollect and to put on you.

Infinite blank pages waiting for my mind to fulfill them.

And what am I doing?

Nothing. Being an everyday chap, working, training and studying so I can become… SHUSH!!!

To become what, an older version of you now. Grey hair and gossiping how your neighbor did that and this.

You're pathetic.

Stop it will ya?

Stop drifting and start living. Enjoy now. Future’s existence is nowhere.

You can come and cry to me darling.

My inner self will cry indeed.

You see darling, you're relaxed.

Perhaps I am.