Fleeting.

She was 23, on her way home from work and was thinking about spaghetti, of burger, the smell of hot rice, of home cooked meal from the mother she missed for 2 days. He was 25, on his way to work with lungs filled with one packed cigarette smoke and was thinking about sex, stars and moon bursting... And yet, and yet here they are, two wandering souls in a chance encounter so precious, so profound, so short, so sweet, lost in that ten second heartbreak.

*Another random writing of 2 years ago lost somewhere between Alabang and Wanderland but was physically stuck inside a Tas Trans bus waiting, watching from the window a random stranger smoke