As I waited for the bus,
the night greeted me with a peculiarity,
My conscious suspicious, that of a character in an awaken dream.
The wind was placid, temperature cool nor warm,
It is here, that I felt, my chemistry.
The street lights were vivid, yellow-amber and orange, complementing the crispness and tranquility, was a surreal and bewildering half Moon
Picturesque was my range of view, like a master artist polished painting,
the movement of a train approaching, brought me out this hypnotic state.
The twilight slowly coming to an end,
Today I was a willing participant, in the creation of the supraliminal reality.
It was a pleasure and joy to be honored by life's subtle invitations.
The individuals I had met, were all symbolic mirrors of my ever-changing nature,
As I reminisced their faces, i became lost in fond contemplation.
I noticed a homeless man approaching, holding a sleeping bag on his right.
He asked: "Excuse me, sir!"
"Did you see an old man with a walker around here?"
No, I responded, I'm afraid I have not.
As he continued on his journey, a young male with a brown complexion stops him,
"Hey, do you want to hit this blunt?"
"No thank you!" the homeless man responded,
"I cannot smoke weed, I'll go into anaphylactic shock."
"What!" "Are serious?" The young man asked in disbelief.
"That Sucks!"
The homeless man graciously responded:
"I guess it could be a good thing or a bad thing."
"Depending on how you look at it."
"Good, that I'm not addicted to a substance."
As the smoker interjected, "Well, weed isn't addictive!"
The Homeless man then countered,
"Do you smoke it every day?"
The smoker: "yes."
"Case solved."
"And bad in terms, that I don't have to lose my mind to see it all."
"See what?" The young man replied,
As the homeless man kept walking.
The young male approached me, the burning joint still in his right hand.
"That guy I just talked to, he's on methamphetamines."
"Why do you say that?" I ask.
"I just know, when I hear people talking like that."
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The Bus Chronicles - Begins
Short StoryThis story is about a journey into the world of a mystic, who is finding the meaning of life from the most unexpected places... public transit. if you would like to help me improve in production of this story, please send a email to me in the c...
