Sunday, July 27, 2025

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.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 16, 2025 at 8:02 PM

    i sometimes wait hrs to take that one bus even tho i know all the other routes. when i see it coming towards me wonder if this bus belongs to me . or i belong to this bus only.
    i wonder why the same world seems so different when being with that bus and i wonder with me not there why it moves with the same pace .
    without that bus i would never be where i want to be , but would that bus also not be needed if not for me? would it not feel forsaken or castoff?
    If does not....why is it not moving now? why am i moving forever?

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  2. AnonymousNovember 16, 2025 at 8:28 PM

    i listen to the marias

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