#InternDiaries

I travel to watch the sun go down everyday. I see the sky change colors before turning black; tall buildings turn into wilderness and the road never ends. I can hear some vintage songs playing in the distance. Sitting here, looking out of the window but staring at my own vague reflection. The days are passing by, travel is the only 'me time' I get, some days are spent contemplating the past, some about what is to come. I pass the same route, the same that we covered from home to school. The same old bridge with the endless railway tracks running under. I remember looking at them to wonder where they go, where the end is or my friends and I wanting to escape to the wilderness. Funny how, now I sit here, wondering where I am going, where I will end up, how I can escape the unwanted. Back then, buses were fun, with friends around, dumb charades, food and fun, never wanting that time to end. Now, I sit, in a bus so silent, covering the kilometres, waiting to reach home.