Interchange

I've gotten off the bus as it had reached the terminus. I'm standing here weary and confused at which bus I'm supposed to take and when. Should I hang around the terminal with a coffee in hand and a cigarette dangling in the other? Or fight for a seat?

I'm standing in a hall of mirrors, so crowded here with my infinate doppelgangers. Someone, perhaps the true me, is screaming, screaming, infinately screaming. Still the mirrors do not shatter.

But I am at the terminal breathing in acrid exhaust and stale tobacco smoke. Just standing. Just tired. Just bewildered at the buses, the destinations and estimated arrivals. How long do I have to stand here?

I often wish I could jump in a car and drive to destination unknown.

Bon Voyage

Time moves simultaneously fast and slow. When I was happy I was sad, when I was sad I was happy, when I was happy I was happy and when I was sad I was sad, all the while days meandered past.



Chris is leaving for India for quite a few months and hadn't bothered to tell me nor did he think it appropriate to invite me to his farewell. Seriously, I am happy he is going. One less jerk to associate with and I can resume my shortcut walking to work, which happened to be past his house and not worry that he might think I am stalking him. (I used to walk past often, before I knew him)

And what is new on this epic journey of Holly's? Owen. Pure and simple. Another fork in the road. I am going down a new path with Owen. I shall divulge details at another time.