the rain drizzled, snapping on my conscious.
sat next to me a man; carrying a laptop, a donut and other knacks bought from fairprice.
the bus moved at an ease, destination bound. it doesnt smell of anything in particular, except cold from the rain outside.
i wished i had bought along my cap.
i looked out the dewy window; lights from the cars outside were blurred.
i thought for a while, that the world might just stop and let me touch the lights.
i wonder how it'd feel like.
will it be cold to the touch, or fuzzy like cotton candy.
as i caught in my reverie, i reached my stop.
i grabbed my bag, a signal the man sitting next to me understood.
he shifted, making way for me to exit.
i walked out of the bus, the rain softly patted my head.i wished i was wearing my coat.
i sped up, trying to reach a place where i call home for now.
hmm..how do i define home.
i was brought up in a small town. a few years back the family shifted to kuching.
i've been staying at kl for the past nearing decade; a city thousand miles away.
now, i'm in another country, farther away from where i came.
a lyric came to my head; "don't know where to put myself..".
"but i'm not alone".
yes, i'm not alone.
