bus rides that are too entirely long are the bane of my existence. i guess an hour and ten minutes isn’t much long at all, but i think that bus rides early in the morning are almost a different plane of reality altogether. you can watch the sun rise and on the way back home you can watch the sun set. my head feels weird in the way only getting up before five am lends to it, and i’m wearing more than one pair of pants. the moon is swollen high in the sky, and when was the last time i really looked at the moon. how often do i say hello, anymore? feels like stolen moments in time, here in this world somewhere, but not really. who could ask for more than that?
-l
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