Ode to the boy in the bus

There is a guy looking at me in the bus, his look seems as clearer as waterfalls in winter, but at the same time it is dark and enigmatic.

He has some beard grew on his chin, dark hair and he is carrying a bag. He must be at his late 20´s, I can tell by his hands.

Now he´s looking out of the window, collecting a million dreams and bringing them into his eyes, which are expecting me to meet them once more.. in search of the sharing we have been looking for a while ago.

Loneliness but happiness

I am sitting right in front of you and I actually barely see you, but I am feeling your eyes on me, on my blank paper, on my dreams...