A bus just arrived at the bus stop,
Seems like it didn’t have any plans to move forward.
It started doubting it’s abilities as every second dropped, it lost control.
Slowly, the wheels began to tear apart, the headlights were no longer as bright, they gazed at every passing vehicle filled with fright.
Whether or not it will ever move again.
Whether or not the thought of giving up will ever cross it’s mind.
The parts were hugging the engine tight, so that it doesn’t let go.
The places it wanted to tour, the smiles it didn’t want to forget, it’s seats that held thousands of memories…all of it, gone, in a flash.
The noise of the window cracking intensified like it was begging for hope, a reason to hold on.
Someday, it will find the joy of it’s tiers carshing the road again, it will find a better place to be, someday maybe.
I remember so vividly, the weather was gloomy and getting up that day felt forceful. I have always heard people saying that we have good days and bad days..well, that was definitely a bad morning. My heart just felt heavy, to be honest there was no particular reason that I can pinpoint. As I was doing my daily Instagram scrolling, that uneasy feeling just kept hitting and I wanted to get rid of it. So, I began to think about solutions to feel better. I used to maintain a personal diary in which I would articulate all my angst and happy moments, I realized that writing is something that I enjoy doing for myself. There was a page and a pen right in front of my eyes, without thinking twice I kept my phone aside and started introspecting. Personally, if you ask me how did I come up with this write up, I don’t know how to put in exact words. I just know that I felt emotional and most importantly relieved. Somehow, after expressing my thoughts into a piece of paper the little sense of achievement I felt made my day a lot easier than I had expected.
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