The road to home...

I’m riding on a bus home. It’s raining outside – it’s like a giant bucket pouring over us. Cold shivers – mainly caused by the air conditioning - are going through my body so I put on my black hood and cuddle in it. It feels so cozy. Unlike most of the other passengers I’m still awake and enjoying the rain outside while listening to music. It all helps me delve into my own thoughts and they start rushing one over the other in my mind. I remember how the year before I’ve travelled on the same way but with completely different people listening to the same music. I start remembering a lot of things. And suddenly that thought gets washed away by the feeling that everything is going to change. I look around the bus and see all those people that I have been seeing every single day for the last 5 years at school. They are mostly asleep now. Do they acknowledge the fact that this is the end? Not in the moment they don’t. They are asleep now. Asleep for the cleansing rain that makes me alive. Asleep for the feeling of a big change looming over us all. Keep on sleeping. I’m feeling that I wish I could discard that scary thought. It again gets washed away by the next one. I can see an image in my mind. A blue-eyed image gazing at me and waving goodbye. It’s all just three months away in time. I want those three months to last more. I want them to never end. I see my reflection waving goodbye too. I see how I’m stretching my hand to catch them both, but they are out of reach now. I feel I’m floating away too. Seems like I’ve fallen asleep. I open my eyes and rub them. It’s still raining. I’m still in that bus going home. Home, where my friends are (or will be in a couple of hours). I smile at the wet window. I can now go to sleep too but I keep on watching the intensified colors the rain has brought outside. I love that absorbing green.

“But I’ll still remember which way to go-oh… I’m on the road, the road to home…”