and finally, catharsis

It's one of those definite sure as shit things that has been occurring to me as I stare into the evening sun from behind this bus's tinted window pane with cigarettes after sex playing in my ears. An ambience that's guaranteed to make your mind wander - to induce a curious temperament.

A temporary abode for passengers with an emotional detachment to anything tangible here. This bus - it's got no home - no sense of belonging - a never-stale dish served and tearing through an almost emancipated transitional space time fabric. Neither rushing nor dragging - but rather evenly pacing with no intent other than to be a vessel of progression.

I yearn - and I mean with all my soul - to be like this bus - forever moving - with no attachments.