last bus out

little do i know that in my own lil world, an old bus terminal can become the ideal physical manifestation of sadness. i was sad to realize that no matter how great i spend some few stolen moments with my girlfriend i still have to take the last bus out of her own lil fortress to back to my own grayish one.

the ride home was too long and the moments we have shared in that oh so brief encounter cannot compensate for the sadness that surrounds me.

but i shall be back. i guess i now belong there and i shall be going back.