A man suddenly sat next to me. He stuttered while seemed to be starting a big conversation with me. Was I looked mad?
He started it.
The hurdles were real to him and his collaborative party. I could tell a lot from his stare. Aside from my full-aware gaze, he was trying to convince me that time is the only thing we should befriending with. Ah, patience shall follow, too.
What was I nine years ago?
What did I do back then?
