I wake in the morning to the sounds of rain
against the pane and the industrial machine grind away
I roll out from under the covers into my slacks and slip on a T
I was about to walk out, but stumbled back when I saw you laying
I observed you rhythmic breathing in silence
As much as I did not want to leave, I had to catch the bus.
I tied my shoes, grabbed my coat and pack then turned my back.
I felt a sense of remorse bed itself into my side
When I reached my stop to catch my ride.
The daylight was creeping through the sea of clouds bogging into the valley, the bus was full of the somber people, some looked like they needed that cup of coffee, or what espresso shops pass off as coffee to switch into third gear. Oh that dark sludge really gets a hold of you.
Resting my head against the cool window I watch the people. There is a girl that catches my eye, she is pretty but I donāt think about talking to her. She sits there watching the passing scenery; though she is not looking at anything in particular she lets the images enter her field of vision and disappear in the next instantā¦.flash. She holds under her arm a piece of artwork, it is rolled up as a tube. I have no idea what it is, Iām curious to see but she seems self-conscious of what is on the big paper, I dare not ask. My vision clouds with my unfocused retina.
My head is sore from adventuring late with a few beers a shot and some te and the company of some great friends into the night. Now though, I just want to sleep and drift off into a floating feeling for quite some time. I think for a second about the bus starting a journey off into the many diverse and windy roads, I would dig it, just being swept off the feet and heading out, seeing things with the eyes; things not from books, magazines, or the Internet, but physically and emotionally real.
The pain that pangs subconscious thoughts and also the euphoria of unknown emotions, a blender filled thing just waiting for the button to be hit to send its contents into a wild whirl, reaching the highest speed from the tiny motor being ripped into a neo-being, but it still has its original contents whatever they may be.
A voice comes out over the bus intercom, it says āAttention all passengers, let me Welcome You into an alternate reality of tangerine trees, marmalade skies, opaque grass and violet clouds!ā A sigh of relief expels from the mouths of all of those on the bus, but someone really wants to get off. I look at this man; he is wearing a tailored suit carrying a thin leather briefcase in one hand and has a newspaper in his other, his eyes are bugging out from the sockets I guess he canāt comprehend the thoughts of infinity, eternity and the vastness of our universe (he should open that door to allow that,) the side light turns green as he throws his weight into the door. It bursts open and he lets out a yelp as he tumbles through the threshold and makes a splash into the weird substance that has magically manifested around the bus, it looks like red gelatin, but I canāt be sure. The door closes with a whoosh and all of the colors are gone.
The people all have gone back to whatever they were doing before, that girl is looking at the trees zoom by, I know and feel like I just experienced something, I shall think about it later as I open my book and get absorbed. My headache dissipates.
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