some kind of a revelation

the bus hadn't come yet.

the street was almost deserted. i looked around. a car passing by. the name placard's light of a shop across the street kept blinking. turned on. blink. it says computers n stuff. blink. blink. turned off. the drizzle hadn't stop yet. i looked to my left. an advertisement on the busstop's side—bright yellow, with a picture of a shopping bag full of stuff at the center and a line below it that says we write the book on 'go back to school'. hillside.—has a childish handwriting all over it. it says 'fuckism'.

i sat still and waited. the drizzle hadn't stop. the bus hadn't come yet.

i gazed down, looking at my shoes. i noticed near the stop's console was an earthworm. long and slender, curling. moving back. moving forth. head up. head down. tail up. tail down. left. coiled up. right. coiled down. searching. searching. there's a cigarette-butt next to it. the worm crossed on top of it. made a circle. i could almost heard it hissing. moving forth. moving back. closer. inch by inch. little by little. shrinking. curling again. left. head up. loving the rain, swarming the ground. head down. the bus hadn't come yet.

ten eleven. a guy with a skateboard passed by in front, listening blissfully to his headphone. the placard across kept blinking. not far, a hooded person wearing black baggy sweats and a black baggy jeans walked toward the busstop. checked the bus schedule, and beamed at my direction. i took a closer look at the eyes. the person's a she. probably a highschooler.

"do you know what time it is?" there's a big gap between her front teeth.

i startled for a bit, and took a look at my watch. "uhm, it's ten thirteen."

"okay." she stared blankly, and after a minute or so of gazing to the street, she took a seat beside me.

silence. the drizzle hadn't stop yet.

i began to feel impatient. i sat still and waited. thirty seconds. two minutes. five minutes. seven minutes. seven minutes and forty two seconds. i looked again and again at my watch. the earthworm was still beside the console. the wind was blowing harder. it's colder than it ought to be in this time of the year. i zipped up my jacket and gazed at the street, again.

"do you know what time 28 is supposed to come?"

"twenty eight? i'm not sure. if i'm not mistaken it's ten— lemme..." she stood up and tried to check the schedule again. i hesitated and stood up too.

"that's fine, i'll check it myself," and headed to the schedule, skimming the time table. "oh, it's ten twenty one. it should be here in a minute." i said wearily.

"yeap. there it is," she pointed to the bus which was heading toward us.

"oh, thank god."

"yeah, i know. my house is only like a couple of blocks away but you're just too tired to walk, you know? especially when life' been treating you like shit. not that i'm a slacker or anything, but it's like, right now i just want to go straight home, take a shower and go to bed. you know? that's what you get when you haven't had any sleep in a couple of days."

i opened my mouth, but then closed it again, and let out a weak "uh huh" as a reply. the bus halted exactly in front of us. the door opened. she stepped at the earthworm and went inside. the earthworm's dead. i was heading home.