Truth on the Bus It was Truths fault actually. The bus was empty and it was a hot August evening and he seemed so alone and a bit confused; sitting alone on a bus headed out of downtown toward some far away destination. Truth was riding alone and I thought he would want company and feel better that he was not left to fend for himself; so I sat down close by. You headed home? I asked. Where is that? He responded. I just smiled; slightly confused and embarrassed and a little scared myself. Others got onto the bus filling it up and Truth looked up as each one got on but he seemed disappointed each time. Odd, I thought. He seems so timid and, yet, he expects to be joined by someone. The crowd got bigger and louder and seemed to take over the entire bus; driver and all. Truth was hard to find and I could only glimpse him from time to time as others jostled for position and to find ways to prop themselves up. The noise got louder and louder until I could hardly hear myself when I yelled, are you OK? And Truth responded, No, Im not well here and I cannot breathe. The bus was so loud and so crowded with competing bodies that I could not reach him. At the next stop, I felt a sudden coldness as I glanced out the window and I saw the lone figure of Truth get off. He watched us pull away. A bus of fools going nowhere And Truth was gone.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 03:25:48 +0000
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