@Chamomile 16 August 2020 more from that month

Permanence

Cloudy, like invisible wounds in pitiful pair of eyes Heavy punches of the saddest reality awakened my dying mind. Diverse horns of transportation destroyed the music of silence Smokes that humiliate my consciousness Odorous scents of any kind of gas glued my stinky hair. Inevitable drops of sweat moistened my plain grey shirt Passengers patiently waited for buses to stop and fetch them towards their destination The growl of insane thunder warned the doomy and heavy heart of clouds to pour its cool yet warm tears and meet the drunkard streets Addicted to petrichor, faced the crying sky, ‘til my feet were destined into the pedestrian lane Cheers of the whole crowd were fainting as my eyes captured your face crossing the path towards me Brown eyes, the uniqueness of teeth, smile. Arms so warm, hands so cold. Brought me to the bus’ waiting area Street lights were turned on as the door of the bus opened. Passenger’s seat were all occupied Without much commotion, stood in the bus’ center aisle with you while embracing your dampened bag Treasuring the sweet silence that surrounds us, between the two of us Thirty minutes ‘til an hour, then went out of the bus. Then, parted ways and leave.