Sun tingling on my face
Wind - Pushing me lightly
Pacing quietly, back and forth
Gravel crunching tediously
The bus hums in the distance
I'm always aware it's around the corner
Sometimes, wishing it wasn't
"SCREECH"
God, I dread that sound
Massive and yellow, it sits before me
Okay, breathe
In... Out
Climbing in and sitting down
A fresh, terrifying experience everyday
Headphones in
Blasting Journey's "Faithfully" in only one ear
The other bud broke somehow
"Circus life, under the big top world
We all need the clowns to make us smile"
We approach the only stop I ever take recognition of
A small, timid boy comes and anxiously sits beside me
Always whispering to himself, maybe he knows something we all don't
Something to give us peace
Fatigue, starting to set in
Head slowly, incrementally making its way to rest on the window
I close my eyes for a moment and the bus bumps repeatedly
Causing my head to bounce off the window slightly
I ponder what the day holds
I've got nothing - Didn't have my caffeine this morning
I force myself to let go
Just another day
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
