There’s too much of me,
occupying too much space
The bus seat feels small
Tag: bus
From the Bus Window
Watching the trees, farms, and everything else whizz past from the bus window.
For a moment, I was a member of the landed gentry, safe with the knowledge that my future was comfortable until the family told me who to marry.
I go back to watching the trees and the cows.
On the Bus
A pronounced visceral feeling
dark clouds on the horizon
An ominous sign in the clouds
tension and a sense of loss
A sense of injustice angers you
telltale signs of an empath
An internal crisis on the bus
C & K 