Trash
I've got nothing to say, standing in a dark place at a midnight, waiting for a bus that never comes in that route. It's like finding my journey, I may get a random bus to travel and go somewhere I don't belong. That random place may become my home. But what's my destination, realising there is no destination is mine. Find a place to lie down and see stars, you'll see what you missed so far in life. Failing to see the best part of life is sin.