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at the bus stop waiting for 104

where: on the bus from school back to the house

when: after fourth period, somewhere around 4h45 to 5h.

why:because I had the courage to open my notes and jot down sth while having people go around me.


So today, as like every other day, nothing hat ceased to happen.

Do you know those moments when you are waiting for something to happen originally as planned, but until the moment of executions, it just lies flat out, too narrow or too wide, too short or too long, too close or too far from the reality you could have taken place in if you had been born in that specific universe. 

The bus moves faster as the people talked faster. Passengers sat and left without warmth for another to feel, as well as cool for the time being. No bike nor human would wait the light or the bus to make the first move but make it for themselves and have the others adapt to it. Living in the moment, which is full of gaps of patience, will and kindness, the books says. I felt the blithering wind of summer from the hall row, which is rare to feel, but fast enough to take encounter in what is happening of the moment. Moments like these may make you hard to appreciate the "present", which hardly ever repeats itself the day after.

Even if I spent 15 minutes like that for a year, it wouldn't't be the same to the last yer of 15 minutes. Full of regrets, thoughts, feelings and ideas. But none to come down to paper, or to express into action or speech, or guilt or love. None would trenscend into a greater power to enforce oneself in doing sth.

Should I do or should I wait?-I always asked when facing the first of the 15. It was quite a fun way to think out of n argument, or my would say day dream, in my head. Everytime was  new choice and set of thoughts, racing down the hole to the back of my head that led to the spine, which hopefully would be remembered to be excavated. None or less, I treasure them much. but thoughts are only valuable when greatly exhibited, not just by being idle claims.


SO therefore I thought:

I did,

But I did it in a way  I didn't expect.



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