His eyes twitches. He struggles to adjust himself in his seat. Almost instantly, he lears up and sets his gaze across the blurring landscape as the bus swiftly pulls out of the kerb. A myriad of images fills his mind. His thoughts casually drifts to abandonment. He dreams of escape and exile. A sudden pang of sorrow overcomes him. He watches as the throng of office crowd mingles by along the dusty streets. And he begins to wonder.

All this while, he'd wanted to try to make things okay. He'd wished he had more to offer. More than what was expected. Astride from the cesspool he was constantly trudging in, he sought out to better himself. He struggles to maintain an equilibrum to the normality of routine. A certain misplacement of words, a slippery exchange of inexhorbitant ideals.

Sometimes, he wonders, some things were best left unsaid, and unspoiled.