The written Chronicles

Just non-descript and vacnt.Yet I didn’t know why I stayed throughout.

There is only little reassurance,

or none at all,

knowing if you get there,

trailing on a journey,

alone.

It dawned unto me how the bus and autumn share alot in common. One of it is transition. Transitions are inherent in both. And such is life.

Until upon further introspection, it just scares me of being able to handle transitions well or not. You have taken a bus with your companion. Perhaps, someone you know. Perhaps also a person you connect with, journeyed through the rain or storm. The more you ride, the more you grew closer and got on more fond being besides each other. Little does one wonder, as ultimately, you belong to different worlds.  Buzz the bus-stop button, you know one of you will alight first. One down, and the other, and another.And another boards the bus, and another and another.

We may not walk the same journey home. We just hope our paths converge in future.