His head, which he leaned on the bus window, was rattling thinly .. This was a numbing tremor.. It was not known whether it was the cold or road that hit his forehead, but this time was different from usual. A journey taking him away from the moment in which he was. There was something stucked and frozen in his eyes. He lifted his chin slightly and leaned his head back. Recently, a faint headache had haunted him. It was up to his teeth to relieve throbbing pain in his temples. The teeth that he clenched were tiring his jaw, and the pressure exerted by the jaw muscles left him a pain. He fell asleep when the pain numbed his brain. He was startled by the pain of his eyebrow hitting the window on his left. He wiped the salivation of his mouth with the sleeve of shirt which he tugged up to his palms, then he looked at his watch. Whereas, it had been half an hour since he set out. The feeling of sleep for hours enveloped his body. The headche had eased, and he was like an empty sack.
“ What a work! I am done, but the road is not over!” he mourmured. He thought that someone must have cursed us badly, because it was up to him write the fate of endless roads.Whenever he sets out, a black bird comes and hands on his head. Also,only he can see that bird with red beak. A black, blue-eyed night owl! He even met the bird when he was a child. At first he was afraid of his eyes; moreoever, he held his breath in fear when the bird porched on his head. Since that day, his soul has been awake at nights even if his eyes have slept. Thereby, the night travels have made him a poet who talks to night. In fact, what he went through was neither a poem nor a story. It was unreasonable to him to exaggerate these inner talks. It was the only night bird heard what was going on inside him.
Before long, the sound of the mind must have disturbed the red-billed night bird, so it flew over his head . With the flight of the bird, his mind returned to reality. The smell of coffee filled his nose. While a few passengers were drinking their coffee, he realized that he hadn’t drunk his morning tea, and he hadn’t cleared his mind. So, tea and night thoughts had been inevitable needs for him for a long time. The most important of all, he didn’t grasp up to now why the night had been a mystery buddy, but all the he knew was that night was guiding his soul. Especially, his night trips had taken him different worlds from the real one and accelerated the pace of his mind up to this age. His first night journey had started at the age of six , it was the escape from his parents’ usual fights. It was the only way to get rid of fear and anxiety for him. The night bird firstly had come and landed on his head. For the first time he had shared his inner thoughts with him. After that day on, he read to his favorite tales and told the the stories, he had made up, to only him.
When the bus arrived to destination, he had already made up new stories and the night bird had listened to him with great pleasure. . When he got out the bus, the huge peace filled his heart ,and the thought bubbles hanging in his mind burst one by one when the sun touched them. If you wonder about the bird, he vanished by the sun rised!
night and you who know my secrets that no one knows,
night and you hear my most lonely stories..
the road and I are never ending dreams,
the road and i are escapes with no end we are!
©lhpinhan/ 2021
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