Some days the bus is too loud
And you’re crushed under the weight of
talking
phone calls
babies screaming
kids shouting out of windows
(is it too loud, or too loud for you?)
and you’re tired
tired
tired
but you’re functioning, you’re good
organised with a shopping list and a friend to meet
but it aches in your bones
tired
tired
and so easy to focus on the music in your ears
just trance out and let go
but the bus fills up full to bursting
(too loud for anyone)
and the woman next to you is huffy
because you won’t talk
because your voice is lost
buried under a sea of voices
and you just want to scream
(you owe no one a conversation)
and you get off the bus
four stops early
tired
tired
and walk
until there’s green space and quiet
and a hole to sleep in
and the world leaves you alone
just once
(but you don’t.
you go through the routine
and then you go home
and you cry.)
So if anyone was wondering what happens when I don’t post on time? It’s frequently feeling like this or Migraine.
Sigh.
Jinx out.
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