BUS STOP

IN BUS STOPS, i meet strangers, strangers i share idle moments with until i arrive at my chosen destination. these are idle moments, minutes amidst the sceneries of moving buildings and static mindless thoughts. these are just bus stops, a place i share with nameless beings and beings whose names i choose not to know. and then i met you, another stranger in another bus stop. another stranger, whom i have to share idle moments with. another stranger, amidst the sceneries of moving buildings and static mindless thoughts. another stranger, a nameless being and a being whose name i choose to know…

…AND then i knew your name, like a refreshing whisper . i wander for that silent whisper of your voice, though i know those whispers knew no silence. for you talk a lot, and i let you speak. for when you speak, you reveal more of yourself, a refreshing noise against the chaotic silence of my wandering and waiting. and when you speak, i get to know more of you, no longer as a stranger, but a refreshing answer to my silent whispers of prayers and hope…

…COULD you be that, the answers to my whispers, that sweet melody of refrain i love to hear or are you just another stranger in those bus stops, who will leave me after sharing idle moments with? you can be either, or both perhaps. that i don’t know, that you could not answer. for now, what i share with you is this nameless emotion and an emotion you will choose not to know the name. FOR now, let us share this bus stop, amidst the sceneries of moving buildings and static mindless thoughts, against the chaotic noises of screaming strangers and static bus stops. and i hope, my sweet melody of refrain, your chosen destination, will be into these arms of a a once nameless stranger you choose to share the journey with…


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As said in PAALALA, this is one post in Kamunduhang Inigo, my friendster blog. Written out of a blue last February 7th (a week before Valentines Day), Bus Stop talks about this nameless stranger whom I have met recently and have indeed changed my route. And looking back at it, Bus Stop is dedicated to your special someone who was this complete stranger before he or she have entered the bus (your life) in that particular bus stop (moment) you mutually met. How timely, I thought. Still, Happy Valentines Day.

And to you, "nameless being whose name i choose to know", Happy Valentines Day.