This morning,
I'm travelling on my own.
Turning off my internet connection. Dragging off myself for a second from an illusion world.
Watching how the tear falls from the sky fearlessly behind the window of the bus.
Smelling a random combination of parfume, smoke of cigarrete, spill of a coke, and a gum.
Listening and drowning myself to the Beatles is Norwegian Wood for times.
And wondering how lucky am I to still had a chance to breath in this little moment.
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