bus station

[atevi]

I am sad and spent and waiting.

I have always equated times like these to sitting at a greyhound bus station, waiting for a bus whose schedule I don't know surrounded by people whom I don't want to approach and can't really talk to.
These are the only moments that have felt real in the last 72 hours. I spent the weekend in between three semi-

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[anonymous]

Keep holding onto the fort for me, baby. I am scared and crazy and frustrated and desperate to know that the rest of the world outside of the ICU waiting room hasn't stopped spinning. I'm on the bus but I am terribly afraid that it isn't the one that you are waiting for. The scenery flashes by in a blur and it's all screaming by so fast that I can't make out any of the faces of the people I am passing by. I'm running out of ways to tell mother that it is going to be okay and sound believable...