Emo

What is this feeling of overwhelming sadness, this wave of pain washing over me. The mere thought of it makes tears sting my eye. No, not here. I’m not going to cry in public, especially not on the bus. I can just feel those eyes behind me, staring, waiting for me to bring up my hands, to wipe away those persistant tears. I need to get a hold of myself. It’s just two more stops away. And then I can cry in peace, curl into a ball, wallow in misery. A little more, and I will be back in my sanctuary, my world, my space.

Focus, focus on something else, take my mind of things. Yes! The music being played by those idiots at the back of the bus! Finally of some use. But the rhythm is irritating the hell out of me.

Thump, thump, thump.

It sure is annoying. Wonder how they can stand those noise they call music. If he was here..

No! Stop it! Stop thinking of him! Damn it! I can feel those tears again. Close my eyes, that will stop those tears from flowing out.

But an image of him came into my mind. Those piercing eyes, his wind blown hair and that smile which always seemed to play on his lips. How can I ever forget, to think that I can hold back my emotions. I should know when to give up, to let go of the weight upon my shoulders and cuddle my bag and cry.

As my tears flowed relentlessly and I sobbed uncontrollably, I notice that the bus has passed my stop. Let it be then, let it be. All I want is to let my emotions engulf me.