Buses

Going to the glittering life of the buses. Up and down, run... miss, up and down, wait..., up and down... get there! That is the trajectory of my life, of my everyday life. I enjoy catching the bus for several reasons, but the main one is because I truly feel that I am within the city's living organism. People all so different, people all with their own dynamics, problems, lives... some of them never notice me, some of them look at me distractively and loose their minds again in different thoughts or go searching for a view that is more pleasant to them... but some of them stare at me... It is as if they were trying to read me, read my soul, trying to define my devils, to expose my interior so the whole world can see or step upon it... I stare back, I stare until they realize that I am not backing down... I have not met someone who tried to defeat me yet... I wonder if you are there, but if you bought a car... oh well, I hope it breaks down someday, my bus leaves in 10 minutes, better walk to the station!