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A Bus Metaphor That Stands For You and Me Moving On (Hint: You're the Express Bus and I am Myself)

The bus comes at the same time everyday.

 

I woke up late. I can never hear monotonous alarming noises.

 

I missed the bus.

 

I'll have to take a different one.

 

It won't get me to the same stop.

 

I'll have to transfer onto another bus.

 

And walk a few blocks.

 

I guess I'll get there in the end.

 

I just missed my express bus that got me there perfectly.

 

I still miss that express bus.

 

I'll never get there perfectly.

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peyton-leigh-stille
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Apr 25, 2012
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