버스 - bus.

some says that often times, people "think" most in the bus.
i guess it's kindda true...
because there's nothing to do till you reach your destination,
there's no one close enough to make a decent conversation-usually
and maybe thats the only time, when the body shuts, sits and listens
to the mind that wonders,

free.

i got to thinking...
one day when i sat in the bus.
about the the couple i saw in the mall,
how she pushed his wheelchair about.
how helpless he was and how "strong" she looked that
very moment- emotionally.

i guess its the time when the vows are tested,
For better, for worse, for richer for poorer; in sickness and in health

and when i got to that thought,
i dont know if i could answer to this...

"if i sold the car, would you ride the bus with me?"

will time make me/us stronger?
can we have enough courage to say "yes"?

does love really take over and leave nothing for regrets?

and for that seemingly long moment...
i wished the bus ride would never reach my destination.