The station is full of noise, like it always be. The noise of the little murmur-conversation of more than hundreds people are rushed by the fate mixes with the footsteps, the rasp when they crash into each other without notice nor apologize.
Everyday, people get in and get out of this station. Their faces, some are covered in boredom, in the mood like everyone has done something wrong with them and their mouth keep telling the bad words, and my friends, I have to tell that I have cloyed with it, how can they just be lack of creation to make a new words except for those words like sh*t, f*ck. Trust me, if you have to hear those words more than hundred times a day, even when you are a bad word-aholic you will want to be deafened, immediately!
But not all like that (if it’s all like that, I swear I will write Goodbye …show more content…
The station is noisy but I just feel something different. The atmosphere is a little bit strange. There has something more than hastiness, more than the smell of sweep and tears, something is hard to named, maybe, lost.
Keep going to the office, throw the rucksack to the corner, sit down and look around.
In my sight, next to the eletrical or high-tech board that they always introduce the new products, standing there is a man. He is tall and skinny (I know that, skinny maybe not a word to describe an adult male, but it is suited with him, perfect than ever it could). He keeps looking down to the phone he is holding in his hand. ‘He is so brave, holds it like that and doesn’t have any ideas just a second after it will be
Everyday, people get in and get out of this station. Their faces, some are covered in boredom, in the mood like everyone has done something wrong with them and their mouth keep telling the bad words, and my friends, I have to tell that I have cloyed with it, how can they just be lack of creation to make a new words except for those words like sh*t, f*ck. Trust me, if you have to hear those words more than hundred times a day, even when you are a bad word-aholic you will want to be deafened, immediately!
But not all like that (if it’s all like that, I swear I will write Goodbye …show more content…
The station is noisy but I just feel something different. The atmosphere is a little bit strange. There has something more than hastiness, more than the smell of sweep and tears, something is hard to named, maybe, lost.
Keep going to the office, throw the rucksack to the corner, sit down and look around.
In my sight, next to the eletrical or high-tech board that they always introduce the new products, standing there is a man. He is tall and skinny (I know that, skinny maybe not a word to describe an adult male, but it is suited with him, perfect than ever it could). He keeps looking down to the phone he is holding in his hand. ‘He is so brave, holds it like that and doesn’t have any ideas just a second after it will be