
It's two a.m. & I can't sleep to save my life.
But I refuse to allow the four walls of my bedroom the pleasure
of swallowing my ambition as I stare at the ceiling.
& I somehow have more energy than usual so I walk to the nearest bus stop.
I don't question where it will take me, I simply climb the dirty steps
& begin to look for a seat amongst the crowd of unfamiliar faces.
I make my way towards the back, where there seems to be the most space
& watch as raindrops collect on the window to my right.
20 minutes or so pass as I loose myself in another daydream.
"Life flies by. Flies by fast to put it simply."
I heard a comforting voice say, aiming my direction.
I turn around quite suddenly to match it with a face.
My eyes meet a sea of wrinkles & a kind, honest disposition.
"It most certainly does." I say as his chapped lips form a smile.
A smile that has a million & one stories, life lessons & experiences behind it.
"Though we're strangers, child. I'd like you to promise something."
Curiosity began to build.
"& what would that be, sir?"
He turned to face me straight on with pleading eyes & spoke.
"Promise yourself to not let it pass you by."
For the first time,
I began to breathe.