my love for buses
People are tired. People are grumpy, and no one can move. And the door to the bus pushes me that last inch untill i am inside it, and all i can feel are legs on legs on legs on legs... and the vomit is the last straw for some people and the bus crash ahead of us is the last straw for others, and yet there are so many people still smiling, and I am one of them. we laugh as the young boy next to us gets punched in the ribs by his even smaller brother, and he screams out... OH MY GOD. and there are bags on bags on bags ontop of people. and we try and count the heads but there are four or six to a seat and the money collecter is climbing over heads and limbs, boxes and bags in order to collect the small price to pay for this ride.
its the only ride on new years day
its raining and everyone is peeing on the side of the road, because we arent going anywhere for a while.
and i want to stay here forever i want all of these chrildren to laugh at me forever, because their smiles are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen.
its the only ride on new years day
its raining and everyone is peeing on the side of the road, because we arent going anywhere for a while.
and i want to stay here forever i want all of these chrildren to laugh at me forever, because their smiles are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen.