in my bubble

I love long bus rides

Cross-border ((inter/inner)country) trips 
The hours I spend sitting/lying in silence 
Not the deafening of sorts, 
But the cosy comfort of surrounding sleepiness
The trees and scenes rolling by 
Earplugs in, the soft cooing of Bon Iver 
The limbo I have from now till then

I can do absolutely anything I want – the time itself is a gift
a beautiful one i held snugly as i shut my eyes in silence

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