I climb onto the bus
5 days of rain.
I have no destination
but I think I will enjoy the ride.
the water distorts the windows
like peering through old, warped glass.
I am running away
from my life
the people I know
to find a new
place
state of mind
job
person
life
I don't know what I want.
one of those, I think.
I don't know the purpose.
I sink farther into my seat.
I am unstable, like a table with three legs.
buses do not feel emotions.
I am a bus.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I climb onto the bus
5 days of rain.
I have no destination
but I think I will enjoy the ride.
the water distorts the windows
like peering through old, warped glass.
I am running away
from my life
the people I know
to find a new
place
state of mind
job
person
life
I don't know what I want.
one of those, I think.
I don't know the purpose.
I sink farther into my seat.
I am unstable, like a table with three legs.
buses do not feel emotions.
I am a bus.
