A few rambles

At the Bus Stop

the damn busI wanna go home, but the bus isn’t on time. Waiting makes me wondering, and I don’t like the feeling. However, here’s what I’m thinking: “I didn’t give you any virulent poison or anything, right? I wonder how you can fall so easily. I don’t like to lie but if I should, I think I could be so bitterly hostile and lie. I could just say I wanna die, I could just say I would always try. But hell no I didn’t even lie. And you would still fall quite easily. I know people think you’re a genius. How can a genius fall? You fall without giving any signal, you fall even day by day. Are you lost already? Am I making myself clear? Obviously not, since you’re still there on your knees.”


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