Sometimes…

Sometimes I find myself surrounded by a hundred of thoughts.

Thousand…

I walk along those narrow and uphill streets…

I step over the fallen leaves from the trees…

I greet the approaching red bus with my arm…

I listen to the foreign and unknown voices of people…

I observe the reality behind the dirty window…

I admire the beauty of diversity.

Again…again…and again.

But I’m at home. Away from all this.

Sitting in the dark of my comfortable sofa.

Safe.

But thoughful. And alone.