Stranger on a Bus

Someone on an empty bus once asked me 

what my favorite color was. 

I think they were trying to start 

small talk but all I could think 

about was every night I spent alone 

in my car driving away, 

trying to escape this feeling of 

being trapped. 

All I could think about 

on those drives was the 

thousands of other people like me 

driving on empty highways with 

stars shooting by and trees 

bleeding into the mountains 

as we flee. 

I thought about the loneliness 

they felt and I wondered if they 

ever thought about people 

like them, 

like me, 

who were escaping their mothers 

or boyfriends or themselves.

I sat on that empty bus trying to 

explain that the only time 

you see my favorite color is when
the twilight is so heavy 

with hundreds of whispers you can 

barley see the universe bow to the 

earth for 

a single moment and 

every shade of calm is painted 

before you and you feel alone 

but in a way that is 

so comforting you 

don't know what to do with your hands

And so you drive on through the night 

hoping to find answers among the lonely stars forgotten

And so we ride on through the night 

hoping this small talk on an empty bus leads to finding answers 

among the lonely hearts forgotten

(M.S.)

Reviews

[lost girl]

I think I need some tissue and to rethink my favorite color:) Beautiful!

[Maddi Snowden]

Thank you so much! (:

[katnisscat]

my thoughts exactly lost girl.

[A. Amos]

This is one interesting read my friend, you have share vivid thoughts yet you explain in very deep manner about the reality of lonely souls...simply amazing and wonderful read

[Maddi Snowden]

Thank you so much! (:

[A. Amos]

Pleasure my friend