There's a voice I long to hear.
I want to be able
to soak up its words
like some photosynthetic freak of nature.
But I'm sitting at the back of this bus.
And all I can see is...
Awaken from a glimpse of something horrific.
Something that I can't yet understand.
Perhaps too soon.
Perhaps too late...
For now, I try to make sense
of the tangled mess of highway
perpetually stuck in rush hour
inside my head.
So I speed on
towards the intersection
still terrified
still helpless
still towards you
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
There's a voice I long to hear.
I want to be able
to soak up its words
like some photosynthetic freak of nature.
But I'm sitting at the back of this bus.
And all I can see is...
Awaken from a glimpse of something horrific.
Something that I can't yet understand.
Perhaps too soon.
Perhaps too late...
For now, I try to make sense
of the tangled mess of highway
perpetually stuck in rush hour
inside my head.
So I speed on
towards the intersection
still terrified
still helpless
still towards you
