I wrote it a loooong time ago ... but whenever I read it, I can recall all these feelings ... not as strongly but still .... I'm glad it's over ....
"This is a bus ride... feeling different, feeling "dropped alone" in a situation and trying to act as if I still had someone I run to at the end of the day.
This is a pink ride.Trying to convince myself I still feel like someone´s girl ... But I´m not - anymore - ( that is if I ever was ...)
Sour feeling , covered in sugary glacé!
Every corner past the bus window waves me lonliness... the grey humid kind...
Every face on this bus tells me a little story and their eyes dance away fleeing from mine, eager to hear more about them... like holding on to the thought there´s a whole lot of life out there...
although a piece of mine is gone with him. "
march'02
