Something about the bus or the train in the waning sun, piercing through stained and dusty windows, with crowded bodies and racketing motion that makes me so alive yet so alone. It smell like Chinese food in here while old men and young children hold on for fear life. My earphones let me have the soundtrack of my choice and this moment its Kate Walsh and her beautiful voice, with stirring lyrics and gentle, pretty harmonies that drive me batty thinking about her. I'm learing patience, I'm learning to accept in this way, that people have their reasons and their rhyme. I'm hopeful until the end, dreaming all the more that i'll get off this bus.
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