careless whispers
buzzed on the bus;
and i sat alone
in seat with my
head facing the
outside world.
it, too, looked
busy - occupying
itself with bodies
of people, rushing
up and down streets,
each with secrets
in their pockets;
and suddenly,
i didn't feel as
alone as i did then.
slouching in my
seat with music
playing in my ears,
i occupied myself
with sleep
for the rest
of the way.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
careless whispers
buzzed on the bus;
and i sat alone
in seat with my
head facing the
outside world.
it, too, looked
busy - occupying
itself with bodies
of people, rushing
up and down streets,
each with secrets
in their pockets;
and suddenly,
i didn't feel as
alone as i did then.
slouching in my
seat with music
playing in my ears,
i occupied myself
with sleep
for the rest
of the way.
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