when I was there alone in the bus and have no one beside me. I was the only guest of that bus to the the last station. I feel my life was waste for nothingness and all I can do is sitting there to see time pass me by out side my windows. and in the bus, time was standing still. my heart’s got a different beat. the moment was so true like it’s carved in my mind.
I’m just a traveler and my life is a journey to find something I don’t even know. I keep on finding it though. is that the meaning of my life?
