The heat and the noise brought me back from sleep. Half of the bus was empty and my stop was the next one

April 10th, 2016, 10pm

I awaited till the bus stopped completely, got on my feet and made my way down the back door. I paused for a second, and made an attempt to put my headphones on while the multitude walked past me to meet their destinies. I have always liked to listen music while I’m walking. It sure makes me feel like I’m inside a movie where I’m the main character and everyone else is just passing by like some kind of extras. The reality differs somehow. The atmosphere is hot as we wait to cross the street. Finally the light turns red and the cars stop. We cross like a bunch of zebras trying to reach the safety of the land across the river of asphalt. I enter the building. It’s old, and cold inside which is extrange compared to where we come from. I’m about to make my way up the stairs when my music stops abruptly. Again my big entrance is frustrated by my old cell phone (the audio output is damaged, sometimes It stops working). I take my headphones off before putting them away. I make a silent climb the rest of the way up. Finally I make it to the classroom, late again. The teacher is talking when I interrupt with a “good morning” and then I walk over to my seat. I’m not paying much attention to the class. I’m pretty sure that tomorrow I will not remember a single word. I feel stupid for admitting that to myself. Have you ever felt that way, between the “I know I should be doing this thing” and the “why am I not doing it?” It feels strange, and I yet don’t know why. I would love to convince myself that it’s just human nature, that it’s more common that breathing, we all do it. But the truth differs again from reality. And I can sense the two of us fighting, the little guy who just want to chill and live without responsibilities and the grown up on the outside, sitting on the chair making an effort to focus. The battle for control is over, I remain on the chair while the little kid decides to sit somewhere else, I try not to look at him, afraid that he might want to come back. Soon the class is over. I leave my friends with a goodbye and a smile, I leave the little kid in the back of the room. When I turn around to make sure he’s not following me, he is there vanishing slowly. As I make my way through the hallway I feel relieve, is time to move on…


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