A Perfected World

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I was on a bus today.
Don't you just adore those long rides?
I smiled as i plugged in to my favourite tunes.
Today it went like this,
"while the sun shines on you, i need some love to rain on me"
Brian McKnight.
He isn't sappy. He just emotional.
I love it as i stare, through the glass, watching the world go by.
Everything goes on just as it has always been.
Time never stops for me.
But i wish time would.

At every stop people leave.
And others simply take their place.
Then there are those who get left behind.

The bus comes to a sudden halt.

An old lady boards.
I see her wrinkles and i know.
That behind every line is a story.
And behind every story an ending.
I wonder how it would feel like to live till 85.
I know i shouldn't wonder.
Because i am barely 21.

I wonder still.
And my thoughts rudely interrupted.

The bell.

This time a girl with a green cardigan alights,
recieved by a warm embrace.
Boyfriend.
An awkward hug.
Maybe their love is unspoken.
Who knows.
I am only passing by.

I look around.

Mother and child.
Nothing's more beautiful than a mother's smile.
Even more a child's.

School kids on the brink of rebellion.
Lovers in identical streetwear.
Two friends sharing a jacket.
"Too cold", she says.
"Me too."
And far up front, a lady looked into the distance.
Waiting to be heard.

Lives intertwined.
As we cross paths that we never fail to walk on by.
Weaving in and out on a single ride.

And one just passing by.

she spoke at
11:44 PM