humanity
No Stranger Wants to Sit Beside Me on a Busy Bus
It’s what happens during my evening commute when I get a two-seat on the bus heading home. Sometimes, I ask myself, “Is there really something wrong with me?”
one empty seat left, it’s right beside me ,
some odd evenings, I get a two-seat on the bus,
it’s the rush hour, bus is always packed,
everyone, and I mean everyone, gets lost
into their screens all through the trip,
though there are odd ones who seem
to be lost into their thoughts,
and then there’s me, I like to be unbothered;
guarded, centred, protected.
I listen to 528 Hz music, it stings yet
it calms me down; like I’m stuck in between
two realms at once, not theta, but just
something that reminds me of what my
soul is made of; the promises I made,
the deals I sealed, the redemption,
the surrender, the salvation, and even
the void of the world… what’s hidden
is discovered, though abandoned.
for the sake of my dignity,
I do not stink!
I’m groomed like a normal person,
I dress like “me”; yellow jacket,
denim pants, a scarf to keep me warm,
I keep myself clean, proper, and alone,
solitude is what I wear,
loneliness and desperation cannot be
traced across my face.
more folks hop on,
look around for a vacant seat,
they notice the one next to me,
then they turn away and look for a spot
where comfort or convenience is
compromised… but it’s okay…
so long as they avoid my essence…
they probably just
don’t want to disturb it… or they’re
shy… or I must be a peculiar creature…
what have you… I don’t really care…
I’ve survived another day, I’ve never hurt a
muscle dwindling around inside of me,
I’ve done something good… so I’m great… I’m
all alone in the midst of the wild pack!
the empty seat is also mine,
better not sit on it,
it’s mine, only mine.
and if, all of a sudden,
you would want it,
let me ask you this first…
are you tired, too?
either way, you may
sit with me in silence.
Let’s sit together in silence;
just us and our thoughts,
without fragments of judgment,
without energetic statics.
Just us and our thoughts.
Are you tired, too?
But this seat also belongs to you.
Didn’t you know?