Summer Adventure

I want to sit at the bus on my special tacky seat, the one which is on the right. When you enter the line 26 bus right at the stop of the grocery shop 2 blocks away from my humble home, walk straight ahead a couple of rows until you fix your eyes on the 3ird row counting from the back of the bus (of course) .

 You will find 4 seats facing each other, it is only legitimate you craved the one I refer to as 'my seat' because the 2 chairs facing the wrong way will simply give you a headache, and it would only be fair to grant the other passenger the seat next to the window. Now, you see, my seat is the one left , can you draw the picture of it all in your head? The chain of events? Me paying the driver 3$ for a day pass, his harsh eyes studying my money with suspicious glares as he finally prints out a receipt and the buzzing sound assures me I can hop hop to my perfectly good seat where I settle down casually and place my legs on the opposite seat, the one facing the wrong way, making myself right at home!

Now its late and the buses have gone to bed, their wives are probably snoring to the dream of a bigger house, with a pool and some nice oil plates and gasoline. ZZZs. There's no way in hell I'm getting out of this town tonight. No way.

I wish , I wish that bus would take me to a summer adventure , to those summers you only read about in books. I want the rush of excitement in my spine and the swirl of city air in my lungs. I wish for my troubled mind to rest upon a different story, a vivid one. Oh summer , what will you bring upon me this time?Sea of options and so little time to act , I'm in a coma, good damn it, I cant seem to get up and LIVE. Oh god, what if I cant? What If? So much for being a loner by choice (or is it really by choice?).

If. If there is someone out there in Australia ,  In Russia, In the Uk, anywhere, anybody,   who is swallowing my bits of words and my scrambled paper cut thoughts , show a sign of survival, show a sign of existence, please! I think I'm vanishing from the earth and there might be someone there capable of  holding my feet on the ground (Im not reffering to suicide, please no!) Im drifting, again ,to my own universe.

If you are there, contact me, email me. Maybe your summer adventure is about to hit the wild side.

loose some weight when you are at it. Kid-in'.
Mathew

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