did cinderella leave the ball at 12 or did she leave after? i always wondered what would happen if her transformation happened right in front of the prince. would he have run away screaming because rags just never goes with riches? or would he understand that she still is the same girl and she never had the intention of lying to him? of course, reality checks never really go well with fairytales. but it never hurts to wonder. especially on late bus rides home, when the passengers are quiet with sleep and the lights twinkle for no one but themselves.
it's been a long time since i've had such a late night out. but i appreciate the quiet after the craziness, a peaceful passage through the deserted town. it's always much prettier and melancholic during christmas. but tonight, was different.
it's not so much the fact that it was past midnight, the witching hour. it was more of the fact that amongst the many on the bus, i was alone, wrapped up in my thoughts, nothing to break the reverie except perhaps a soulful tune filtering through the artificial membranes.
it's been a long time since i've thought. about everything and nothing. it's been a long time since i've contemplated my thoughts and it was nice to know that not everything has to be bundled up along in the hustle of life.
i guess, what i'm saying is, it's been a long time since i was alone.