Tuesday, May 5, 2009
i'm dry, weary, and running on empty.
as he sits in the corner,
face to the floor,
the phone resonance echoed along the empty bus stop.
he's oblivious to the vibrations in his side pocket,
that attempts to rattle his saddened heart.
so he sat there,
earpiece plucked in, yet it failed to drown out the dreading voices,
that drowns out any life in music found.
his eyes fixed on the road in front of him,
filled with the burstling cars that passed by.
Yet, his mind flashed scene by scene,
like a monochrome film, void of all colours and life.
the loss, the stress, the fears.
everything was just too much to take.
a tingle, and another.
so overwhelmed that,
his eyes shed a tear,
thick enough to stain the pavement
that slowly becomes his best friend when he needs to run away.
but in the back of his mind,
he knew, it was late in the night,
and his parents are shit worried.
all he wants,
is to float along with,
peace and serenity...
;
8:46 PM
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