the bus was crowded with nameless faces seeking some god-forsaken hope. as i boarded and passed each self-obsession, i wondered if the stars aligned to show my fate with theirs? can life be re-kindled after death? it seems as if hope only goes where it is wanted and on this trip, the only stop seemed to be at despair.
as i took my seat in the back, my eyes became fixed upon a man of kindly features. what was he doing here? every person aboard was marked with some stain that seperated nobody. except him. he was different. while his face was marked by signs of struggle and weary, there was a presence about him that showed but a faint glimmer of something translucent. where was his stop?
slowly, i made my way behind him and sat on the only other open seat on our round trip.
"just along for the ride?" i asked.
he turned slowly. his eyes has a distinctness in them that i had not seen in weeks.
"no" he replied. "i'm not coming back this time. i've grown weary of the city."
"you mean to go further?" i pressed on.
"all the way to the mountains. only there will i find my rest."
rest. does such a thing even exist? and yet, something about him quenched some small desire in me. for the first time in a long time, i finally began to relax.
posted by jon havens
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