Am sitting on bus looking outside at dark and empty streets. It feels strange to look at empty world with everyone sleeping, probably dreaming of their worst fears (if they are like me) or dreaming of happy endings.
Sometimes I get this urge of talking to a stranger and asking him/her about his/her story. Everyone has a story, even the ones with a life as plain as getting up, working 9 hours and coming back to a goodnight sleep only to get up again for a 9hours of work.
For some reason I think listening to someone else’s story will make me take a walk away from mine, thus not feeling what I feel every second of everyday…lost, confused, scared and blue. “Like a Cosmic star” is a fine example of moments when I’m overpowered by my faith in happy endings.
That’s my story or a part of it… What’s yours?
P.S. I am trying wordpress for Blackberry. Fingers crossed. Clicking on Publish.