That usual bus stop

i quicken my pace towards the bus stop to reach my home as fast as i can, i know its kind of useless coz i still have to wait for the bus, but the feeling of coming back home, it brought me joy and lighten my body.


But then i stopped, and it occurred to me.


My friend has gone back to his place.


My home, is back to the way it was..
Why am i in such a hurry?
That density in the air, is just the way as it was before...


My feet got back to their old rhythm.