Passenger seats in buses fascinate me. Imagine, being one of the thousands of people who sat in the very seat you're sitting on right now. Reflect on the situation. Just how many people have spent their time in that seat, sleeping away because of exhaustion, looking outside the windows to see other vehicles run by, listening quietly to sad love songs and humming along with it, planning ahead for tomorrow's surprises, thinking of the future, and maybe, just sitting quietly without doing anything but look around and observe the other passengers. Just how many people have slept, laughed, smiled, cried, and got angry while they sat in that seat. Worn out, battered, and old-looking passenger seats that held human emotions just as they held human bodies to rest and resurrect. And somehow, you just find yourself being one of those thousands of people who have sat there. Maybe you slept in it. Maybe you cried there, too. And maybe, just maybe, you helped someone get through the night while their heads were parked on your shoulders, resting. You find yourself at peace, too.
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A/N: I love riding the bus and train.
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Poetry"Forgetting is a lot like leaving someone or somewhere you recognized as home." (Copyright © Flores, Catherine 2015)
