Drifter on a transit
We are all souls waiting in line for the transit. Drifters wanting to find another drifter to sit beside us till the train comes in. Someone who could fill the post of someone who left us after they bound for departure….. A filler for all of the incompleteness this tiring wandering had left us. Someone who could make us feel we’re not alone sitting there in the faded bench clutching the bag that holds our heart and the memories that comes with it.
The terminal got me confused. People shadowing around barely looking at each other. With each time the door opens for people to come out, my heart flings with joy for anticipating my own perfect drifter to appear in the middle of the rush. As soon as the door closes again, I realized that I am still alone waiting for the next trip to bring me home….No perfect drifter found…….Still clutching the tattered and torn bag where my heart lies in silence with the memories that comes along with it.
We sometimes spend so much time wandering around place to place anticipating for someone bound for the same place. We tend to forget that train is not the only source of commuting to bring us home. People have a tendency to look straight forward ignoring the other directions along the way.
The day ended with me in the same scene…. sitting alone in the old paint-faded bench clutching the bag that contains my heart and the memories that comes along with it…
……we are all drifters. It’s just a matter of who will catch the train first.