breakaway
9:39 PM
It was the 13th.
Details forgotten.
The cause already forgotten.
If only,
it was raining;
the bridge had seats;
the bus took forever;
the bus was deserted;
the journey was longer;
the trip had no purpose;
there is a hiding place;
hunger wasnt a constant reality check;
time stood still.
Even the eyes of a stray feline is a thousand times more understanding, they look past the windows right to the marred soul.
oh, the ferris wheel.
