I took the bus home from my friends house. It takes me 20 minutes from there to my home. I had never taken that bus home before, but I hope to take it again soon.
In the bus drive I got to see the ocean. I love the ocean, it calms me down but also blows passion in my soul. The sun had gone down so I could see the light in houses clearly. People live so beautifully. I counted 7 apartments with the same plant growing up the window panels.
As my thoughts drifted, I got reminded I had a test tomorrow. I had not studied at all. And that made me sad. Angry at myself for letting it go this far. I wish I had a job, but also just to be free. Then my eyes got blinded by this huge building! It had so many window and the light from inside shined as bright as daylight.
I thought it was a lab. There I could work, I thought. Work hard, work late, and feel good about myself. Then I recognized that it wasn't a lab at all. It was my university campus. Where I could work, day and night, to put passion into my subjects and smile at the discoveries I made. My dream.
The bus drove past, as if it was nothing. Of course it's nothing for a bus driver. They drive the bus, focus on the road so I can enjoy the view and get to wherever I need. Where do I need to go? What do I want? Who am I?
Time passes before my thoughts can recollect. And I feel gone from a world I one time called Mine.
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