that bUs trip..

bUs trip..

i cant remember how and why.,

but that midnoon, i found mysElf riding that bus..

that cozy bus.. that bus.. oh man, the bus..

you may ask, what's with that bus trip?

you may not understand these feelings that dwell within me right now..
but well, i dont care.. what matters is that i do..

yes, i perfectly understand this crazy feeling..
call it insanity..
call it craziness..
call it whatever you want..
for in the end, it will be between i and myself..

myself and i..

i and that bus trip..

and all the tiny details that go with that bus trip..