yesterday.

bus ride

through this day
this bus ride
I felt paranoia

I couldn't help but feel like I am missing
I am missing
I'm not there
but physically I am intact

the bus ride beginnings were steady

the bus ride was tiring
I wanted to sleep
but I was too paranoid
I wanted to hear beautiful pity
but it wasn't accessible

I was either too far
or too paranoid
to fulfill any desires for the day

The bus ride went bumpy
& we arrived at our destination later than estimated
but I'm glad

because I never wanted to go back
I was too paranoid

there were three libraries
one for the intelligence
one for the enjoyment
and one for danger

our bus crashed in the last library
but all went well actually
lots of delays and cash washed away
but all was good
all was still intact

I hope tomorrow I'll be able to ride a smooth bus
one that flows rhythm
one that is isolated
because I'm an isolated pigeon
lonely
alone
but eased
but tense
but softly, paranoid