waiting for m

like two lovers in a roomful of strangers, when their eyes first meet, time stands still, so they say. they are amongst the noisy banter, the listless search to fill voids unbeknownst to all, the harrowing task of bridging gaps and filling silences with small talk, and yet, they are not of it. and as i sit here at this empty busstop waiting for m, i gaze up at those clouds above. that's all i have to do each time i want to feel that life is bigger than all this, all this. i love how small the clouds make me feel. i love how such splendour and majesty is only a tilt of a head away despite the smallness that i am. i love how i am not only a witness to that greatness but also a part of it. oh, clouds never fail to astound me. those glorious wisps of white and grey, we make a connection now, those clouds and i. the music streaming through my earphones provides an apt soundtrack to our secret romance. the buses and cars continue to whiz by, guitar-toting teens yell out to each other as they run to catch a 103, the church infront of me has almost totally emptied itself of the 6pm mass attendees, but i'm with the clouds and time has stood still for us. we move to our own slow rhythm and we go where we please, stopping whenever we feel like it. i only have eyes for the clouds now. and for those few moments, i'm somewhere else, not here. and then, a few seconds later, i am again, somewhere else, not here. my heart felt good. i prayed i didn't forget. i wrote it down.