those comfortable silences,
and those rides.
Opening up true selves,
and sharing some funny yet weird stories,
while finding a way through traffic.
There was no judgmental attitude,
no ego, no holding back.
Even if someone knows,
the other person is talking trash,
the trash was listened carefully and attentively.
Sometimes, even responded with more trash.
The trash used to build up and at a point,
both burst out of laughter.
While riding, some moments were breathtaking,
as the crash seemed inevitable,
but somehow it didn’t happen.
Even when it was told to ride safely,
it wasn’t given much attention to.
And though it wasn’t given much attention,
the pillow rider didn’t leave in between.
Because those conversations,
happening during ride built up trust.
Trust, that no matter how roughly the person drives,
I’m reaching home safely.
Trust, that no one is going to judge,
when the other opens up.
Trust, that no one will try to rationalize,
when the other is talking trash.
And the crazy fact,
That trust made those silences during rides comfortable.
Those silences were beautiful.
Those rides were beautiful.
That comfort was beautiful.
And the trust, it’s always beautiful.