On a journey, I started one day. A journey that led to the definition of the outer existence I was unaware of. Like an infant I drove my curiosity to understand the world I was in. I had enough money to grab a bus heading towards the city. Its destination I didn't care about, seemed to take me somewhere,a long way from home. I liked the idea. With nothing but dress and money I got sat in a bus full of people or rather just another usual bus ( I live in second most populated country after all). Not that I complain about its crowd
, it brings more of things to observe, like a child staring at you infinitely long with a hostile look on her innocent face, or an elderly man drowned in his sleep with his head shaking as if he is listening to an invisible hard rock, or a teenage dude checking out a hot chick, or perhaps a man trying to escape the conductor asking for his money or the other way around, or a man immersed in his own world of emotions dragged by the music in his earphones, or friends laughing, troubling the conductor on his quest or perhaps something beautiful like an example of generosity such as a man offering an old lady a seat or something or even something inspiring like that lady refusing the seat offered by telling him " I ain't old, I just had too much of experience lad..". The bus took me to a location unknown. Driven by nothing but a weird desire to be lost in the middle of nowhere, I decided to walk on the boulevard lit by different colors. A lane reaching much further than I could see, I kept walking. With my eyes on the busy road and my hands in my jeans pocket I continued walking. The sight of the cars, trucks, buses bikes and the people in and on them kept me entertained. My stomach showed its desire to digest something, Neither did my brain argued nor my heart. My eyes immediately started to investigate the area. here exists no food stores that can escape my eyes when I am hungry. A food stall with no intention of showing off grabbed my attention. It said food and that was all I ever wanted. I grabbed a chair and ordered. My brain had no idea of what I had ordered. None of my brain's logical explanations works when it comes to food that seems spicy and hot. With an utter regret of ordering something that I could not even pronounce I continued. The absence of my cell phone made my hand wonder aimlessly over my pockets. I walked into a market with gadgets that seemed to grab my little left money in my pockets but also my only bank account. Along my way I found lots of stuff, balloons, vegetables, fruits, chocolates, ice cream( which my almost empty pockets made me to sacrifice), kids who were lost, kids who were found, me becoming a kid and fighting for a chocolate and lots of others. I felt like an infant walking in a world of such different colors. Colors, yes a lots of them. Every journey meets its end sooner or later. Mine had already arrived with a desire to avoid a missing person case on me. I started heading back. Looking back at all the roads I had been walking on, I missed my presence in all of them. Yet it all had to fade and my presence was needed somewhere else. Hence my journey to be lost had finally came to an end.
