I cannot stop droplets of sodium-filled water coming out of the tear ducts, dropping down my spine. Yet another hour and thirty minutes til I can reach home.
Spending enormous number of hours at bus terminals, I learned to be quiet, to keep everything to myself. Who wouldn't want a good night of sleep in their very own comfy cozy bed, rather than resting on the cold back-less metal bench that is filled with germs of different sort.
Maybe one day in the future, I will no longer live in this filthy non-sustainable world. Perhaps I can fly through the clouds by then.
2011/08/19
Spending enormous number of hours at bus terminals, I learned to be quiet, to keep everything to myself. Who wouldn't want a good night of sleep in their very own comfy cozy bed, rather than resting on the cold back-less metal bench that is filled with germs of different sort.
Maybe one day in the future, I will no longer live in this filthy non-sustainable world. Perhaps I can fly through the clouds by then.
2011/08/19
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