He used to look out of the window, looking at tons of red light passing by him. And occasionally, finds himself looking at couples, holding hands, walking down the streets. He wasn't jealous. It wasn't envy either. He was thinking of something else.
Today, he didn't get to sit beside the windows. So after staring at all the people on this crowded bus, he started to wonder. He wasn't thinking of anything himself, he was guessing what the other passangers were thinking, paying extra attention to people who's on their own.
"Oh, I'm so exhausted... I'm falling asleep..."
"Hmmm, how long more till I reach home...?"
"I wonder what time is it now?"
"Stop pushing, will you?"
"Oh my god, you stink!"
Within a quick 5 minutes, there were already many possibilities he thought of. It's actually quite fun. To look at the faces of people, the body-language, paying attention to their dressing, their age, their gender. Then try to guess what they are thinking. It felt as though you're able to read people's mind. There're tons of possibilities, and therefore, it feels like he's controlling the minds of people.
Being a thinker, the bad thing is... Time flies. But the good thing is that you're the pilot.
One by one, the passengers alighted. At the back of the bus, is the clearest view you can get. At the back of the bus, nobody sees you, but you see everybody. At the back of the bus, you'll reach a bus stop half a second later than everyone. At the back of the bus, you could see him smile. He found another way to fight his enemy, Time. It's something only a bus trip can offers. Yet, many do not understand this. Upon boarding a bus, we practically switched off. Ever thought of how we could have put this 1 dollar 38 cents and 1 hour to better use?
Finally, he reached the end of his bus trip. Upon alighting, he saw people waiting for the bus of the same number, same route. He paused for a second. In this second, he thought of numerous questions he could thought of. Questions like, "Where are they going?" "how will they spend their 1 hour?"
And, as he walked passed them, there was only one thing in his mind, "I hope they sit at the back of the bus......"
On a bus, you see different people, heading different places, in the same direction. You see different expressions. You see tired faces, exhausted faces, sad faces, smiling faces, and some with no expressions, like one of mine. You'll see tired faces knocking against the back of the seat or the window. Exhausted faces desperately looking for a seat. Sad faces staring mindlessly to the "outer world". Smiling faces abandoning unhappiness. Every few minutes, one or two faces leaves the bus, and new faces replace them. This place where this replacement takes place is what they called, "Bus-stop". It's always filled up with people but it's actually the most "empty" place on earth. No one stays there forever.
Is it our human nature to question? Are we stubborn or are we persistant? I don't really know.
But I know that this man, who've sat at the back of the bus, thinking of so much, so much that a bus trip could offer. It's not because he's smart. It's not because he's mad. It's not because he's a thinker. It was something else.
He's lonely.
He's me.
~Kaze
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